The nice thing about their difference in size was that Angela always found she fit so well against Moira's body. In that moment of being carried the world felt quieter than it had in awhile and Angela felt as if her entire body was relaxed. She was tired. The entire experience had left her feeling as though her mind and body had been through battle, but despite that she still felt an immense wave of relaxation. A feeling that maybe they were all going to be okay somehow. She felt like herself again.

As Moira set her down on the bed she nodded at the suggestion of rest. The idea of sleep was an exciting thing, but for some reason she wasn't quite ready to let herself fall into a blissful rest mode. Instead she looked up at Moira. This woman had just gone through the darkness of her mind to get her back. For all Moira's outward show of nonchalance, she had put it on hold to care for Angela in a way that most had never even tried.

Reaching out she played with one of the buttons on Moira's blouse as she slowly let her eyes move up her body. A body she had often tried to deny she was immensely drawn to. Slowly she moved to her knees so that she could look at her more directly. Her fingers let go of the button and moved up to rest between her breasts as she felt the beating of her heart below her ribcage.

"I wish the world had not been so hard on you. That you did not feel the need to hide your feelings so deep inside. I wish that others could see that you do care." Her tired eyes watched her with a flood of emotion. "And yet, how special I am to see that part of you that you do not show to others."