Corva in the diner, talking to Bekah. The specific talking of two women who understood each other's weight without needing to explain it.
Reine at Bekah's garden. Actually in it, hands in the soil, the first time she'd looked truly comfortable in the compound rather than present-in-the-compound.
Holt on the comm with Maren — third call this week. His voice through the main building window carrying the quality it had developed over calls, the specific warmth of someone recovering a language they'd been afraid to speak.
Duke on the east wall with his new sketchbook, visible from here, drawing something the angle wouldn't let me identify.
Ziko walking Ren in the yard in the carry-cradle configuration that gave him his hands back, narrating the compound to her like a tour guide. The tour g
