[Renoir says nothing to draw attention to her emotion. He listens to every crack breaking within her throat, every tear falling down her face. He endures her fingers curling into his jacket, each clawing with the force she never had the chance to turn against those who had taken everything. His knowledge of his family means he cannot fail to understand the rarity of this moment, the enormity of what his daughter is sharing.
Herself. Imperfect.
His left arm gently crosses her back and holds her close without pressure. His right hand grasps his cane so he can cross his arm across its opposite, willing to bear her weight as long as she needs. His embrace affords her room. She has the freedom to remain while she wants. She has the freedom to escape when she wants.]
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Herself. Imperfect.
His left arm gently crosses her back and holds her close without pressure. His right hand grasps his cane so he can cross his arm across its opposite, willing to bear her weight as long as she needs. His embrace affords her room. She has the freedom to remain while she wants. She has the freedom to escape when she wants.]