"Oh, it's beautiful isn't it?"
Esme smiles a little
Esme: ...I wish I could fly up and touch it...
She looks at her wings sadly
Esme: ...I'll never fly again, will I...?
"I don't know.. But, hey you never know, maybe your wings with get fixed on day!"
{Zachary smiles.}
Esme: That's a nice thought...
"Hey, don't work up yourself to much.. you've already been through a lot."
Esme: Thank you...
"You're welcome!"
Esme: I-I'm sorry...I feel like a burden...
"What, no! You're fine!"
Esme: I...are you sure...?
