"I think having you for a mother is already a better life for her than you had," Alistair says, a bit at a loss. "Better than a lot of people have. The rest will work itself out."
Work itself out. Pel is so used to earning everything she has. It's hard to trust in something working itself out. But Alistair is right. She can't ensure things working out through hard work. Luck, or maybe faith, has to factor into any peace of mind she has.
She's silent for a moment, letting the panic slowly release her and fly away.
"You're right," she says at last. "Of course you're right. Thank you."
"I'm always right," Alistair says. "I keep telling people."
Possibly not always in the best state of mind to be reassuring anyone about anyone else's likelihood of sticking around, given his track record. But if it's worked anyway, that's fine. He dips his head sideways to knock his jaw against the top of her head where it's resting on his shoulder.
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She's silent for a moment, letting the panic slowly release her and fly away.
"You're right," she says at last. "Of course you're right. Thank you."
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Possibly not always in the best state of mind to be reassuring anyone about anyone else's likelihood of sticking around, given his track record. But if it's worked anyway, that's fine. He dips his head sideways to knock his jaw against the top of her head where it's resting on his shoulder.