[ Ursula was more than content to remain there and just let the girl cry, smoothing over her back with gentle petting, rocking just slightly, just surrounding her with as much warmth and sincere care that she could. This girl... she didn't know the details of what lead her to this point, but she didn't really care, either. The details ultimately didn't matter. She, like any girl her age, like any person really, deserved a moment to feel happy, to forget their troubles, and feel appreciated and loved... ]
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