[Her mind leaps back several years, to when Sunny had treed herself and refused to come down and let Heather climb on her back. She'd known exactly where Heather had wanted to go, who Heather had wanted to see, and why.]
[Grimacing, Heather rubs the back of her neck... then reaches out to lay a tentative hand on Henry's arm.]
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[Her mind leaps back several years, to when Sunny had treed herself and refused to come down and let Heather climb on her back. She'd known exactly where Heather had wanted to go, who Heather had wanted to see, and why.]
[Grimacing, Heather rubs the back of her neck... then reaches out to lay a tentative hand on Henry's arm.]
... He'll be okay.
Just give him some time.