She would agree. She will agree. "We weren't before," she gives, and that would be all.

All said and all spoken, for she had answered him and nothing else is needed. This is a truth, and yet--

Things are changing. Herself and others. Her head tilts back down. "We recognize each other." As individuals. As living creatures with meaning. As something close. Even if none of them knew it or would admit it.

Still it remained. Still it was.