Reigna embraced her once more. “You know, Lucy, you’ve . . . changed,” she said.
She pulled back. “Have I?”
“Yes. Since we returned here, you seem . . . I don’t know . . . more—”
“Introspective?” she offered.
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Perhaps I am. Which just goes to show you that one is never too old to learn—and for the record, you two played no small part in reminding me of that. Thank you.” She released Reigna. “Then again, it is equally true that you’ve changed since your journey and your testing in The Tearless.”
“You both have. You’ve . . . grown up.”
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