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Maive was happy that Imogen took her hand. Anger was painful and scary. As was the guilt that came alongside. It was always something that Maive tried to avoid. She was just glad that everything seemed to resolve in some sort of catharsis. As for Sofia's reaction, Maive did indeed have the best hugs in Europe. 

That's what her parents said, at least. Usually moments before they had to take a few minutes to catch their breath. She always wondered why they did that.

The two squads managed to reconvene at the coconut trees. Maive was glad that everyone was back together. Though, she was also a little glad that not everyone saw her crying fit. It was a moment of weakness, that was for sure. Unfortunately, her eyes still looked like confectioneries.

Maive took a backseat to the more adventurous members of the group. Honestly, she was tuckered out from her fit of crying. A less emotionally exhausted Maive would have been aware enough to worry about the vanishing soundscape. Unfortunately, this was a Maive that had just gone through a torrent of emotion. She'd need a moment to recover. A nice seat made from dirt and trunk found itself home to Maive. She'd take a little rest before the group decided to gallivant (though that word was probably the exact opposite for anyone who wasn't named Verity) further.