"Does that mean you're coming with me?" she hopefully asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. She didn't dare to break the hug before Megara did - she wanted the moment to last forever.
Megara went stiff, but hugged her back, albeit tensely.
"Yes," she said after a long pause, her voice small. A tear slipped out, holding too many emotions to count, and soaked into the material of Runi's clothes. "Yes, I am."
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price