“Everyone loves your mothers,” Rune said, coming to stand next to her, and she loved that he wanted to be in her personal space, to share her warmth. “Almost as much as I love them,” Elma said, turning. She hesitated, knowing what she was about to ask, and still not certain of the answer. “But… what about you?” “Do I love them?” Rune raised an eyebrow. “I suppose, although—” “No, no,” said Elma, “I mean, would you… like them to be your mothers, too?” He blinked. “I’d rather not be your brother if that’s what you’re asking.” She laughed, pulling him to her and wrapping her arms around his neck.
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