"Oh, good," Eleanor found herself melting a little bit into that hug with a big sigh of small relief for tiny graces, "I did tell you about her already. But yes. My grandmere. I thought should could help, and she did anything but and she used my own desperation against me. It made it so hard to trust anyone afterwards...." She let out a laugh, a small, interesting thing riding on a sob. "I still catch myself wondering what people are trying to get out of me when they're overly nice or complimentary...

"So if you're stupid for wanting to believe in Callista, then I'm just as stupid for wanting to believe in Grandmere, and I guess that means we can at least be stupid together."