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"I do? What about you?" Emelia grinned and lifted one hand to the top of his head so she could feel his. She remembered when she was his age. Lobelia had already started abusing her, so she definitely wasn’t this carefree and joyful. Her hand slipped off of Pippin’s head and onto his shoulder, her grin slowly left her face. This child was lucky; very lucky. She pulled him in for a tight hug. If she held him close enough, maybe he would stay young, innocent, and carefree.
Taken slightly aback from the sudden hug, the young boy reached his arms as far round Emelia's middle as he could, nuzzling his face into her warm embrace. "Miss 'Melia," he began, looking up at her after retracting his arms that had become sore from stretching, "Don' look so sad... Yer hair will always be softer than mine..." He grinned toothily and drew the corners of her lips upwards with his pudgy pointer fingers, giggling at her lopsided smile.