[USER_SIX] was still looking into the broken piece of glass, ED-E noticed. Every so often her fingers would graze the newly uncovered scar on her forehead, and flinch from touching the sensitive tissue.
ED-E took another look at her scar; it seemed whole at first, but a closer glimpse showed it was not one, but two, connected to each other by a thin line of slowly healing stitches. To him it looked the stars. In fact, they looked just like the ones that [USER_SIX] would show him at night. They were so pretty, and they even glowed like her Pipboy!
He hovered over to [USER-SIX], who was still sitting against a log and making no attempt to get up.
[WILL DERMAL ABRASION RECOVER?]
"*no*," [USER_SIX] answered solemnly. At least she was talking again; she could tell him "*yes*" and "*no*", and to her joy she discovered that non-verbal noises could still be used. It couldn't quite replace a pencil and paper, but at least it was something.
She looked at ED-E, before placing the mirror shard down. With one hand touching her scar, and the other hand slowly grazing one of the scratches on ED-E's casing. Just because they both had scars didn't mean that there was anything wrong with them.
[STARS]
"Hmm?"
[DERMAL ABRASIONS RESEMBLE DESIGNATION: STARS]
There it was; the smile that ED-E first saw upon viewing [USER_SIX]! It made him happy to see her smile again. It was something that she didn't do enough of.
The stretch she took seemed far too long as she got up. There were still stars in the sky as the sun rose, but it was time for them to head to their next destination. After all, [USER_SIX] was curious about the huge statues in the distance.
As they walked (well, she walked; ED-E hovered), [USER_SIX] began to hum. ED-E knew the song, but he wished he knew where. Maybe someone else sang it for him.
"*Fly me to the moon,
and let me play among the stars*"