Tracy breathed in and out her nose, trying to inhale and exhale as deep as possible. She could feel her heartbeat slowing. She could probably sleep like this, here. It wasn't… uncomfortable. Sunlight seeped through her closed eyelids, bright slashes of yellow against black. It was warm here. And calm. Something here made her calm, eased the anger and hurt that she had carried raw and red in her heart for… years.

Or maybe, Tracy thought, giving the hand in hers a squeeze, it was someone here who gave her that magic feeling. Wouldn't surprise her. After all, Alicia was a witch.

Alicia's fingers curled around hers, but she didn't say anything. She wasn't one to waste words, maybe because she understood the power of them. Tracy did get a quiet "hm?" in response, curious but lazy.

"Okay," Tracy said, not opening her eyes quite yet either. She'd hate to do anything to move herself out of this moment. "You may have been right."

"Not a huge surprise," Alicia drawled. Tracy felt her stretching out in the grass and got the mental image of a cat sunning herself, which made a smile spill out onto her face. "I got a good eye for people and I figured you weren't as bad as you thought you were. You don't need witchcraft to fix you, girl, you're not broken. You start healing you by being nice to yourself."

Which normally Tracy would bristle at. At anything at all being said about her. At any reminders that she might be anything other than a hunter. At any reminders that she might also be a human.

But. She had gone to Alicia for help and Alicia was giving it. And maybe what Alicia was saying was something Tracy desperately wanted to believe. Maybe it sounded right, even to a pig-headed girl like Tracy Bell.

Tracy screwed her eyes shut tighter against the stinging of the sun and turned her head to Alicia without opening them. Grass rustled as Alicia got up on her elbow and brushed a kiss just below Tracy's eye and for a few seconds, Tracy teetered on the thin edge of hope that she'd kiss her again, kiss her the way she wanted her to.

And Alicia didn't, but she did stay there. Tracy felt her. Tracy opened her eyes to see her, beautiful witch outlined in sunshine and so, so close.

And yet the spell didn't break. Alicia still didn't move away.

Tracy took initiative by cupping her face in both hands and leaning forward. If she had to heal by being nice to herself, she couldn't imagine a better way to start than kissing a beautiful girl on a beautiful day when the world was, for one perfect moment, finally, blissfully quiet.