Blanche smiled at the child sleeping on her shoulder - no, the young lady. She wasn't a child - so brave to carry so much on her shoulders, so brave to walk and stay in such a strange, new country.

"Sleep? Oh, I can't. I'm not in the least bit tired. Just...weary." She said, looking at the back of George's head with a growing smile.

"How can you be so blunt in such times like this? It isn't to be ignored, I know but optimism is all these people have these days."

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[I am active in several role-plays at the moment and have room under my belt for plenty more. I enjoy any type and can create a character for many of them. Need something to keep my imagination in check, Heh.]