[ She's a bit confused by the idea but... it did make sense to her, if not a little bit.
Her hand trembles as she attempts to write back a reply, but in the end she's smiling. An overwhelming sense of happiness through her grief formed in the pit of her stomach, and she was so unbelievably grateful for people like Beat in her life. ]
Just do me... you're right. I can do that. I just have to keep showing them I care, right? Then they will know how thankful I am.
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Her hand trembles as she attempts to write back a reply, but in the end she's smiling. An overwhelming sense of happiness through her grief formed in the pit of her stomach, and she was so unbelievably grateful for people like Beat in her life. ]
Just do me... you're right. I can do that.
I just have to keep showing them I care, right? Then they will know how thankful I am.
[ another pause before she quietly scribbles: ]
and maybe some cookies, too...