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One dusk, while loosening compacted soil around a stubborn bay sapling, their hands brushed. Neither flinched. Instead, Elise placed her palm over Vanda’s knuckles, grounding them both. “We’re not fixing each other,” she whispered. “We’re letting light in.”

Elise considered. “Not of touching. Just of being dropped.”

Elise, crouched beside her, simply offered the trowel. It became their language: trowels, twine, quiet. Over weeks they pruned, replanted, and—slowly—talked. Elise confessed she hadn’t touched another human in two years; Vanda admitted she feared her own strength now, that the cables she once trusted felt like accusations.