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Lucida suppresses her smile by biting her lower lip. She reaches down and picks up the cup slowly, holding it close,but she doesn't say anything until she brings it within his reach, her voice still a whisper.

"This is more than just liquid sugar.  It's cherry cordial, and Mama made it herself!  Here, try some."

She holds up the cup as if it's the most natural thing in the world, and she's conversing with someone she's known all her life, waiting for Gladus' response to her apparent newfound ability to converse with animals.

Antoinette takes the initiative once Alex poses her question.

"Then I would say à chaque personne, leur propre rédemption.  Each one is special, no one is beyond the reach of grace and forgiveness.  The greatest gift we can give one another is ourselves, our love.  Without that, there is nothing, no forgiveness.  All are within forgiveness."

She speaks with conviction, being a creature of light. Her voice carries no judgement, nor admonishment, nor advice. It is simply, as far as she's concerned, truth.

Thomas, meanwhile, is eyeing his daughter, wondering why she is talking to a butterfly. He brushes it off for now, but keeps an eye on her.