Part 2 is here!

Breakfast that morning was as chaotic as usual. Everyone was too loud, too erratic and too sleep deprived to actually function correctly. In this particular instance, Lena was glad, because that way she didn't look out of the ordinary, even though she probably slept the least. Della had stayed with her well into the morning, giving both barely a couple of hours of sleep before the sun rose up.

Her previous conversation was still hanging there, roaming through her mind mercilessly. She spaced out for the better part of the talk occurring at the table, only coming back to her senses when she felt Webby's hand hold her own.

"Are you okay?" the smaller duckling asked, noticing her distant stare.

"Huh? Oh. I'm good, Pink… I'm a bit sleepy, that's it"

Webby didn't seem convinced by the answer, but didn't press, she knew better than that. If Lena wanted to talk, she would, even if eventually.

"Very well children, pancakes are ready" Beakley announced, serving each kid a couple on their plates, minding to put three on Lena's, while briefly exchanging glances. Lena swallowed the knot in her throat only to move it to her stomach.

And now of all times, her appetite was gone. She gazed down at the stack and pocked it with her fork while the others ate.

"Are you not going to break fast?" Violet asked her sister noticing she was still gazing the direction Beakley had exited.

"Yeah, I just...I'll go get us some napkins" she excused, getting out of her chair.

"But we have enough-" Dewey was shut down by an elbow to his ribs.

Lena walked directly to the kitchen, finding Beakley by the stove. She awkwardly walked in, hunching forward into herself.

"…Tea Time?"

The British woman turned to find Lena standing there, looking small and sheepish.

"Lena" she gave her all her attention, only managing for Lena to grow more nervous.

"I…about last night…I'm…I'm sorry" she finally said averting her gaze "I didn't mean to snap"

She felt the robust figure walk in her direction, casting a shadow that towered above her head. Lena flinched by reflex, tensing every muscle in her body, expecting to feel pain or hear shouts, but instead, Beakley knelt down to be at her level, making sure her shadow wasn't in any way near her.

"I know I haven't always been the must understanding towards you. I've judged you too harshly and coldly. But I do want you to know that I care deeply about you and your well-being" she said softly "You are one of our kids now, and even if it doesn't look like it, I want the best for you too"

Lena gasped, chocking the sob, unaware of the tears that had slipped past her. She rapidly wiped them away, hanging her head low "Gee, Abbey Road, aren't British supposed to be cold and distant?" she mocked "I wasn't expecting that out of you"

"Then, I better warn you about the next part" she held her arms open with an equally openly timid smile.

It took Lena a moment to realize the petition. She had never ever hugged the older woman. She imagined it would be like the time she dreamt Magica embraced her like a boa. She was reluctant at first to let the older woman into her space, she felt vulnerable just by the concept of someone so much bigger and imposing wrapping her in arms. But ultimately she saw that behind those glasses, a couple of expectant eyes were waiting and she didn't felt threatened by that. So she opened her arms as well, slowly and hesitantly. When Beakley leaned in, Lena did her best not to recoil, shutting her eyes as if waiting for the hug to sting. But to her surprise she felt just warmness and a strange sense of coziness. She opened her eyes realizing how unlike her exterior, which seemed rough and scratchy, Beakley's hug was soft and welcoming.

Lena relaxed her muscles and actually leaned into her shoulder, wrapping her arms over the big figure. She would never admit how protected she felt under her massive frame. It was like a bubble that kept the rest of the worries and harm away.

And Beakley realized just how frail the rebel, snarky and witty teen really was. The way she shielded into her arms, how she seek out protection and comfort.

When they finally broke apart, Lena shrugged shyly.

"So Webby learned how to hug from you, huh?"

Beakley smiled gently "I think she's the one that taught me"

Lena smirked looking away "Right, me too"

The woman smiled softly before standing up "You better go enjoy breakfast, there's a whole day planned ahead"

Lena frowned confused, but Beakley didn't explained as she tapped her back directing her towards the door, not before adding "And if you ever need help, regardless of the matter, you can also reach out to me" she seemed rather small saying that "Or get Webby to ask me, if that suits you better"

Lena stood there, frozen for a moment before genuinely smiling "Thanks"

Beakley knew then and there that they had brought a wall down between them. There was still a lot more to learn about each other, but it was a start.

"Off you go then"

Lena nodded, going back to the table, happily eating her stack of pancakes.

"So where are the napkins?" Dewey asked, receiving yet another elbow to his side.

"Right in front of you, Dewford" was Lena's unfazed response.

It was not until they had finished breakfast that Lena noticed Della hadn't joined them at all. She assumed their all-nighter had taken a toll on her, but as they reached the main hallway leading to the entrance, they found her wrapping a scarf around her neck.

"Alright girls, let's go!" she rounded them up.

"Go? Where?"

"Are we going to a mystical adventure? To a dragon's den? Or to the heart of an active volcano?!" Webby listed, each time getting more and more excited.

"Close enough! We are going shopping for clothes!"

"How is that 'close enough' to Webbigail's description?" the hummingbird asked.

"Because I am absolutely terrified!" Della proudly said opening the door "So off we go!"

"To the mall!" Webby jumped outside sliding down the rail while Violet followed her, but Lena caught Della's arm before they could exit.

"What is this about?"

"We are going to buy everyone some new fitting clothes" she answered casually, but Lena squirted her eyes, clearly not fooled. So Della discreetly left the door ajar, making sure no one would eavesdrop "Listen kiddo…I know change is probably the last thing you want to face right now, but it's an unavoidable instance. I just want it to be at least on your terms. So you choose the clothes you want to wear, whatever freedom you can get away from that, so you can build your identity out of her shadow" she explained "if the idea of looking like her can keep you awake, then I want to make sure you can reinvent yourself however you like, so you feel comfortable in your own skin, sounds good?"

Della felt a couple of arms wrap around her in a messy hug, that she gladly answered back.

"You are so annoying" Lena mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah, love you too, kiddo" she cuddled for a moment in the embrace, then ruffling her hair "Are you ready to go?"

Lena took just a split of a second to look at herself, the idea of going out there to find who she wanted to be, was still something new and terrifying. She hadn't said a word when the older duck was already making sure to comfort her.

"Here" Della took off her aviator jacket putting it over her shoulders "Why don't you hold on to it until you find your own?"

Lena felt the warm coat pressing down her shoulders. The way it felt over her was like having Della's arm around her at all times. She loved it "Thanks"

"Let us go then!"

The mall was packed, as it usually was on weekends. The sea of colors, noises and people was nothing short of frightening for at least two of the group.

Della shook her head, trying to stay focused on one task at a time, that way she could single out something to keep all her senses busy with.

"Very well girls, everyone got their phones?"

"Yeah, Scrooge just gave us all our new ones" Webby showed.

"Perfect!" she clapped "So, where do you want to go first?"

"Is there a bookstore?" Violet asked.

"I meant clothes-related but sure, if you want to check that out we can meet you somewhere"

"No arguing with the clerk about the classification of the texts" Lena warned "and no wandering around while reading, you'll walk into a wall or something"

"Noted" Violet said "I'll see you at the food section of the mall, it's a strategically sound place to regroup" she gazed at her phone "Shall we say in two hours?"

Della was shortly aback by how the hummingbird was doing the parenting; she was honestly a bit out of sorts because of her surroundings.

"Sounds good" Della finally said "if you need anything call any of us. And since you won't be picking any clothes, choose a few books you like, I guess. We'll swing by later to pay for them" she showed the credit card she had taken from Scrooge.

Violet's eyes positively sparkled "My sincere gratitude" she said "I better start reading then" she turned around.

"Have fun!" Webby waved "We'll meet you later!" she hooked her arm with Lena's skipping right into the first store at sight.

None of them had actually any real experience shopping for very obvious reasons in each case.

Lena was somewhat used to malls; she spent a lot of time in them while under Magica's control. It was an easy place to be and sneak after hours to spend the night, but actually looking for clothes -and buying them- was another thing entirely.

"Oh! Look at how many pockets this has!" Webby grabbed an army inspired vest "you can hide all sorts of things in these! Pocketknives, a compass, smoke bombs, some poisonous darts-" she listed a whole arsenal, earning them some questioning looks and judgmental glances.

"Well, for now, look around and see what calls to you" Della offered while looking around feeling absolutely out of place. Trends were something she had seriously lost the track of and couldn't seem to wrap her head around of. She was more like Webby in that sense. If it was practical and useful, then it was a good choice, but she knew that what they were there to do was more than that. It was literally to build an armor Lena could wear to feel protected and be herself at the same time. So they walked through five more stores before finally staying a bit longer on one that had on display some dark tall boots Lena found interesting.

So, meanwhile the older duck wandered around, deciding that if nothing would work for her, she might as well shop for her sons. That would be the first time she had the chance to do that for them, it was kind of exciting.

She roamed through the store, trying to find things they would really like, so by the time the other two joined her with a few options of their own, Della had her arms full.

"What you got there?" Lena asked amused.

"I thought to pick something for the boys" she said proudly holding out a piece "What do you think about this hoodie?"

"Why would Dewey want a hoodie?" Webby asked.

"Wha-? No, for Louie" she corrected.

"Why would Louie want a blue hoodie?"

"Blue?" she looked at the fabric squirting her eyes, really trying to figure it out "Hold up, what color is this?" she picked another one "Is it dark green?"

"Brown" Webby answered.

Della roamed through more of her findings, clearly growing frustrated.

"It's okay" Lena mumbled, grabbing her arm to stop her movements "colors are still a bit of a maze for me too" she smirked gently.

Della saw Lena's eyes growing soft; probably the sight of her distress was something worrisome. So the older duck dropped her shoulders sighing slowly, she was not about to let panic take over "I know I'm still very colorblind, I guess seeing so many tones today is a bit confusing" she admitted as she set all her clothes down "I might need help to sort all of this out"

"That's fine! I always wanted to pick an outfit for the boys" she took the first choice "So, this is orange, who was it for?"

"Huey" Della provided "Is it too orange?"

"Vibrantly so" Webby nodded.

"That's a no go, then" she put it to a side that quickly became a huge pile of missed guesses.

"And that leaves four things I'm actually taking home" Della picked them "How about you, girls? Found anything you like?"

"I found a belt that has a perfect place to set my grappling hook!" Webby showed "and some blouses" she added the ranging options of pink wear.

"That' nice" Della ruffled her hair "how about you?" she turned to Lena, who timidly showed her options "I'm not too sure about any of them"

"Well, go try them on and let us see"

"O-okay" they went to the dress rooms and Della took a moment to sit down in the couch, far from other people and in a place that was relatively quiet enough. She rubbed her temples feeling dizzy, or rather nauseous. Ten years of monochromatic landscapes were sure to leave her a bit strained, but today had gone to another level.

"Here we go!" Webby announced walking outside, wearing something that was definitely within her style. Beakley would sure approve, so that was also nice. Then came Lena wearing a grey sweater with holes for the thumbs and a single celeste stripe running horizontally. It was a size or two too big, but in a way that was the most fitting. She was also wearing the combat boots that made her look even a bit taller.

"What do you think?" she asked, shrugging.

"Do you like it?" Della replied instead, this was about her after all.

"I-…yeah, I do" she realized as she said it out loud.

"Then it's perfect" Della smiled grandly.

"You look so cool!" Webby beamed "I mean, you always do, but this is also a nice look" she wrapped her in a side hug and Lena found that the growing height difference was something she was definitely going to enjoy when It came to Webby's signature hugs.

"What else do you have?" Della asked encouragingly, prompting them to try on a few more choices. By the time they were changing back to their original outfits to finally meet back with Violet, Della was feeling the room spinning.

She thought being sited would help a lot more than it actually did, because her default mode was to keep active whenever she felt like losing control over things. She built a whole rocket at least twice under just that premise. So her primal instinct was faced with her swirling head. She walked only a few steps before stumbling with her metal leg and clinging into a circular rack of dark clothes that stood in the middle of the place. No one seemed to spare a look her way, which was a relief, she didn't want people near, she wanted- she needed- some space. The sour irony of the thought almost made her chuckle, but the sound came out more like a pained groan than anything else.

"Della?" Webby called cautiously, lying a hand on her forearm "Are you okay?"

The older Duck forced her eyes open only to find the vibrant pink colors waiting for her "I'm- I'm alright" she struggled to say "I just…need a moment" she covered her eyes under a hand trying to block out the light.

"Vi just texted, she-" Lena cut herself short "What's wrong?" she asked directly, reaching her side.

Della didn't want this to happen, not right now, not when they were on a mission to help Lena. She could have kicked herself for not preparing for this "I'm okay" she insisted, but her voice said otherwise.

"Is it light?" Lena asked "Or too much people around?"

Della shook her head, but that only proved to be worse as she fell to her knees completely disorientated.

"Della, please" she head Lena's voice right next to her, probably kneeling by her side.

"Color" she finally said in a wavering voice "It's too bright, there are too many, I-I'm feeling sick"

"I can pull you in the shadows"

"No!" she urged "I couldn't stand the nausea"

"So how can we help?" Webby asked feeling more helpless by the second "Should I call Launchpad to pick us up? Or Uncle Scrooge so he doesn't crash?"

"We have to solve this now" Lena explained with a stable tone. She was surprisingly level headed despite the circumstances. Suddenly an idea occurred to her "Webby, go pick up some sunglasses, darkest ones you can and see if there are any ear warmers or headphones and bring them back, we will be right here" Della assumed the teen had pointed at something, since all she could hear was some shuffling.

"Okay, I'm going to guide you; we are going to crawl, alright? Just two steps" Lena said, taking her hand and after the sound of several hangers sliding across a metallic surface, Della understood Lena was actually pulling them in the middle of the circle of clothes.

"You can uncover your eyes now, slowly" she said and Della hesitantly did so, finding that the teen had put a couple of parkas on top of the structure, making a little tent, keeping everything in darkness.

Della couldn't help but to chuckle "Thanks, kiddo"

Lena nodded, shifting her position in the rather limited space, hugging her knees to her chest. They stood silently still for a bit, giving her a chance to settle down and for her stomach to comply. She didn't seem as pale right now, so that was a good sign. Della finally got used to the shapes and forms, evening her breathing.

"…You could have told us you were feeling overwhelmed" Lena finally said after a beat.

Della sighed "I didn't want to make this into a big deal, like I'm doing right now" she grumbled "This doesn't tend to happen"

"But it has happened" Lena concluded.

"The only other episode was when watching some homemade videos of the kids with Donald. There were too many colors flashing too rapidly on the screen. The birthday balloons, the piñata, the cake, the presents -" she waved a hand around "I ended up throwing up, so Donnie set me on the couch for the night and that was that. So I just need to lay low for a moment, I'm going to be okay"

"Are you?" Lena avoided her eyes almost guiltily before reaching down the pocket of the aviator jacket Della had lent her that morning. She pulled out a pack of Oxy-Chew "I found this" she mumbled and Della seemed to grow pale again.

"It's nothing" She tried to grab it, but Lena kept it out of reach.

"Della" her voice sounded…hurt "You can't be all here if you are still there, we both know that"

The older duck felt her cheeks blush madly in embarrassment "Look I…I feel safe having that with me"

"This is not a safety net" Lena said "this is a piece of the past haunting you"

"I just want to know I am prepared for anything" she insisted.

"You are waiting for the moment you have to survive a second time" Lena refuted with equal drive "you are already packed to leave again" and just then Della fell completely silent, realizing the full implication of her words and how much truth they held in them. Even if unconsciously, she had been ready to have another departure.

"I'm not" she said to herself first, her voice cracking "I'm not leaving" she stated again, feeling the crawl go up her spine as the image of the boys ran through her head "I made it home, I'm staying" she didn't notice the tears had fallen until they landed on the back of her hands. She was surprised to find herself crying as she wiped them away. She exhaled unevenly trying to gain composure when she felt a smaller hand hesitantly lying over her shoulder.

Della gazed up to find Lena's worried eyes.

"I'm okay" she said "I-I'm going to be" she reinforced, closing Lena's hand around the pack of gum "You can hold on to that. There's…there's a whole box of them under my bed, take them away too" she said "I'm not going to be with my bags at the door, I am not going anywhere"

"Neither am I"

Della wrapped her in a hug, she didn't dare admit how much she cared for -and needed- the teen, how much it meant for her to have someone who truly understood "You are unfairly good at this"

"Yeah, yeah, love you too" Lena smirked as she leaned in, staying like that for a comfortable moment.

"Hey, do we have a secret code so I can come in?" they heard Webby outside.

"You are clear anyways, Pink" Lena huffed letting go as the smaller duckling crawled in.

"This is neat!" she said taking a look around "Like a secret hideaway at plain sight!"

"Pretty much"

"Well, here you go" she stretched the accessories.

Della gladly took the glasses first, tuning down all the remaining brightness, sighing relieved "Thanks, this is perfect"

"And here are some ear warmers"

"I'm going to look absolutely ridiculous" Della mused out loud, not bothered by that notion as she slipped them over her neck, not ready to tune out just yet.

"Violet called me, she'll be sited at a table outside the vegan restaurant" Webby informed "I told her we are running a bit late" she explained a bit awkwardly "I didn't say why"

Della smirked "I appreciate it" she said honestly, sighing "I just need one more moment"

"No hurries" Lena said "Vi could stare at a wall while questioning the moral impact of modern science for hours, she won't mind a little time on her own"

"Glad to hear" Della offered a tiny smile before leaning back to breathe in, finally realizing how comically absurd it was that they were hidden inside a circle of clothes in the middle of a store on the mall on one of the busiest days "Why did you figure to hide in here?" Della had to ask.

Lena shrugged coolly "It's a good place to avoid any employee until they close for the night"

"Wait, you've slept inside stores?" Webby asked.

"Just a few times" she admitted unbothered "mall security is annoying at best, but not a threat"

"I'll keep that in mind next time I come over"

"Should we call someone to pick us up right now?" Webby asked.

"Actually…I still don't want to call it quits" Della responded.

"Nothing can stop Della Duck!" Webby prompted.

"That and nothing is stopping Della Duck to get home if she needs to" Lena added and Della actually chuckled lightly.

"Honestly, I think I'll be fine. I don't want to cut the trip short, I'm feeling better, I promise. If I get too crowded I'll let you know"

"Fair" Lena said after a moment.

"Who put these here?" they heard a voice from outside their tent "Dalton, get the scarfs back to their place, please"

"Seems like we are about to blow our cover" Lena huffed "Ready?" she looked back at Della who was putting on the ear warmers.

"Yeah, let's scatter" she laughed lightly.

"Shall we plant a distraction to get out behind the scenes?" Webby inquired excitedly.

"Sure, Pink, do your worst"

"I'll do better than my worst" she pulled into view, seemingly out of nowhere, a smoke bomb that puffed behind them as they sneaked the opposite direction.

"What the-?! Dalton did you set off a fire extinguisher?!"

The girls snickered as they dragged the adult towards the exit.

"Wait, we haven't paid for the clothes" Della realized.

"I'll handle that!" Webby took all the articles with ease "And I'll add the glasses and ear thingy! I know Scrooge's credit card number and all his personal information!" she added.

"Of course you do" Lena chuckled "meet you outside?"

"Yeah! Now go somewhere less colorful!"

"Aye Englabeth!" Lena answered as they got out to find a shaded and quiet place.

Once there Lena realized she was still smiling and laughing effortlessly. It was always a bit exhilarating to run and cause mayhem, especially if Webby was involved "Okay, so I'm a bit doubtful the cashier will let Webby pay with Scrooge's card, but then again she has some secret methods to get her way. And with all she knows about your Uncle she could impersonate him to a scary-accurate point" she finally looked back to find Della watching her with a smug yet proud grin "What?" she asked.

"You are…glowing" she answered nonchalant "you look so happy right now"

Lena shrugged into herself.

"Hey, no, don't do that, I say it in a good way, not to embarrass you" she assured "It's really nice to see you fool around a little, Webby always gets that smile out of you"

Lena averted her gaze, but the smile returned to her face "It's easy when it comes to her" she admitted and Della didn't needed any other explanation after that, not that Lena could provide one anyways.

"Victory!" Webby dropped down aided by her grappling hook carrying several bags "I even got a 'frequent client' card! I'm sure Scrooge will appreciate the saving he'll get out of it"

And there it was, Lena's smile wide and open as she welcomed back the smaller girl "Let's go then, Violet must be close to a major breakthrough by now"

Sure enough, Violet was already writing down a whole essay on a napkin by the time they reached the table.

"I might add a book on neuroscience to the list if it's not too much to ask for" she said to Della.

"Added, we'll tell Scrooge he's investing in research"

"Appreciated" Violet said.

"What do you say we eat something before going to the bookstore and call it a day?"

"Hamburgers!" Webby exclaimed slamming her palms into the table "can we get like seven of them?"

"I don't see why not"

By the time they actually made it back home, Beakley was already preparing dinner.

The British woman received them at the door nonetheless.

"I see it was a successful trip" she commented.

"We brought a lot of new clothes!" Webby said "and Violet bought a lot of interesting books"

"That's great" she smiled at her granddaughter "I think it's best if you go freshen up before supper"

"Agreed" Violet said without looking up, her sight fixed between the pages as she walked up the stair.

"I'll go try on a new blouse" Webby said excitedly running towards her room "are you wearing your new sweater too?" Webby asked Lena who hadn't moved.

"Yeah, I'll catch up in a bit" she said breezily, so Webby ran ahead. Once she was away from her hearing range, she turned to Beakley and Della "Hey, Tea Time?" she called a bit dubious.

"Yes Lena?"

"…Can you cut my hair?"

"Pardon?"

"I…want to keep it the same length as it was, just… I don't know, I figured you'd know how to do it?" she admitted.

Beakley was shortly aback, looking at Della for clarification, but it was the first time she heard this too "I am capable, if that's something you want"

"Y-yeah" she averted her eyes.

"Very well, let's find a bathroom then" she patted her shoulder.

Soon, Lena was gazing at her own reflection, taking in the image of how she looked right now comparing it to memory as how she would look again once Beakley started. Lena didn't understand why she felt nervous about a simple haircut, probably because in her whole life she had never needed one, until now.

She fidgeted in her seat anxiously.

"I promise, I won't be holding the scissors nowhere near your neck, so you can settle down" Beakley commented noticing her fidgeting

"I know" she tugged at her friendship bracelet.

"Lena, is this something you really want to do?" Della asked from the opposite side of the bathroom, far enough from the mirrors to avoid gazing at her own reflection "No one is making you do this, honey"

"I know" she repeated, still a bit jumpy "I just…I don't want to gamble it"

"I'm afraid I don't understand" Beakley said putting the scissors down.

"I don't want to risk the chance that…when I look in the mirror I'll see her…" she twiddled her thumbs "What if I do look like Magica?"

"Magica?" a fourth voice intervenes as Webby spoke from the door. All eyes were set on her with equal shock and distress.

"Webbigail, how did you get here?" Beakley asked. She has deliberately chosen a place in a part of the manor they didn't usually visit.

But the small girl paid no mind; her eyes were still glued into those of Lena, as her fingers tugged at her own friendship bracelet. That was somehow answer enough regarding how she had found them. They tended to be drawn to each other whenever in a difficult situation.

"What is this about?" Webby asked as she walked in, her voice a little bit trembling.

Lena briefly gazed to the other two, not really asking for help, but more like in reassurance. She stood up walking towards the duckling, stopping a few steps from her.

"Listen Webby I'm…I'm finally growing up, we think?" she provided shrugging "I don't really know but, but we are trying to figure that out" she admitted rubbing the back of her neck "That's why Della took us shopping today, because my old clothes aren't fitting the same and…" she ran a hand through her hair "even in the off chance that I might look like I am aging…what if I start resembling Magica…?" her voice became faint at the end, her eyes loosing focus for a moment before she forcedly pushed the thought back "I just…I just want things to stay as they were for a bit longer, so cutting my hair back to its original length sounded like a good plan" she explained.

There was a lot of information Webby was slowly processing. From the idea that her best friend might actually age –or look like it- by her side, or the fact that the trip to the mall had been a bit of a scheme, or that Lena feared that growing up meant she would take the face of her tormentor, but the one thing that escaped her beak was a question "Why would you want to go back to how things were in the first place, you beautiful idiot?"

Lena was shortly aback "What?"

"Why stay the same when you can blossom?" she walked the final steps taking her hand, passing her thumb through her bracelet "You have a chance to choose to be different and look different to what the past was like" she said gently "why take that step back?"

Lena seemed dumbstruck at her words, because in all honesty, a little part of her had argued in favor of that all along. She wanted to see where change might get her, but was too afraid to take that step forward, so she kept on taking one back.

"What if I do look like her?" she asked in little voice.

"Then that's a face I'll love, as long as it's yours" she answered in all honesty.

Lena sniffed, wiping the tears with the sleeve of her blouse, shrugging into herself.

Webby didn't hesitate to hug her "I'll always stay by your side, Lena" she assured.

The teen smiled to herself, because she knew those words to be true "Thank you, Pink" she let go, composing a bit before turning back to the other two women that had stood silently watching the exchange "I don't think I'll be getting that haircut, Tea Time"

"I'm glad, who knows how it would have ended up looking like" she teased her lightly, for which Lena was glad. A bit of normalcy among them.

"Well, kid, while you figure out what you want to look like, how about we keep the hair out of your eyes?" Della offered "I could braid it for you. It won't be much for now, but give it time"

Lena thought about it for a moment "Yeah, I'd like that"

By the time dinner was over and they were sent to their rooms to sleep, Lena had grown used to her hair styled to a side and the side stares she had gotten form the triplets. Violet had barely even notice it at first, so that was nice, not having her sister to tease her about it. She was sure going to have a long and awkward conversation with her dads trying to explain to them the odd situation she was in and how no one was certain if she was growing, aging or just stretching. Luckily, Della and Beakley had offered Lena to sit down with them to piece it all together once they had returned the next morning.

For now, Lena only knew she was exhausted and really wanted to sleep, but was packing some of her stuff anyways, just in case her parents made it back early and she didn't have time to in the morning.

And while folding her new clothes, she found her old sweater, her faithful companion. She hugged it against her chest as if holding a memory. Now it would actually fit a lot better, but at the same time, that made it loose its purpose in a way. And just as she thought it over, a smile spread on her face, it made perfect sense.

She went back to her sleeping bag, while Webby kept on reading something Violet had showed her in one of her books.

"Hey, Pink?" she called "heads up" she placed the sweater over her as Webby tried to free her arms though the sleeves, putting it on before looking baffled at herself. It was at least three sized too big on her, the sleeves were too long and the length could almost cover all of her usual skirt. It was perfect.

"Just right" Lena mumbled to herself.

"Lena?" Webby asked confused, gazing up with those big innocent eyes and the sight of her looking so vulnerable and small under her sweater made her non-existent heart race in her chest.

"I want you to have it" Lena explained sitting next to her "I've had some history with it and it kind of was there when we started to build our own" she shrugged coolly, but in reality she felt embarrassed by admitting it "It might not fit me as it used to, but…I don't know, if you want you can keep it. I can't think of anyone I'd rather give it to than you"

Webby hugged herself through the sweater. It was like having a piece of her at all times "I love it" she launched to hug the previous owner, breathing in the moment.

And in the process she caught Lena's scent, something like ink and ocean, or moonlight and stardust. Her sweater carried that fragrance and she hoped it would never lose it.

She then snapped her eyes opened and jolted up to reach something from a carefully tucked box "Here" she slipped it in her hair, keeping stray locks of pink out of the way "it's one of my favorite hair pins, but I stopped using it because I feared I might lose it while training with Granny. So I want you to have it"

"Are you sure, Pink?" she asked hesitantly as she reached to touch the metal brooch.

"Yeah" she sneaked into her own bag ready to sleep.

"What if I lose it? Or break it?" Lena pressed, taking it off cautiously, also sliding into her own sleeping arrangements. Violet would probably catch up once she had shared her discoveries with Huey.

"Then I won't mind, because it served its purpose with you" Webby settled over her shoulder to be face to face with her, hiding under the striped sweater.

Lena could only offer a small smile in return "Thank you, Pink. I love it" she said earnestly, tucking the cover up to her shoulder.

"Now we both have something of the other" Webby mumbled, eyelids falling down, already falling asleep.

Lena smiled to herself, watching Webby swiftly give into slumber.

"You have more of me than you know, Webs"