[It's a rather sad tradition when dark implications, he thinks; and yet despite that he smiles back at her, small and honest, then turns to the younger version again]
... It's hard imagining you that short now. [Not that she's exactly looming over anyone as she is, but the girl collecting sea shells wouldn't come up to his shoulder. He laughs faintly at the thought.]
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... It's hard imagining you that short now. [Not that she's exactly looming over anyone as she is, but the girl collecting sea shells wouldn't come up to his shoulder. He laughs faintly at the thought.]