[ Jinora returns it, hugging tightly the grandfather she had never met but had grown up hearing so much about. All the stories from her family, all the statues and money with his face on it, public figures talking about how great he had been... None of that could compare. She can't believe it- he was here. Somehow meeting a younger Gran-Gran and other oddly misplaced people hadn't been enough to prepare her for this possibility, although very little probably could.
Part of her never wants to let go but eventually the hug does end and she finds herself wiping an eye with the back of her hand, although she's smiling. ]
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Part of her never wants to let go but eventually the hug does end and she finds herself wiping an eye with the back of her hand, although she's smiling. ]
That's right; we're family. I'm Jinora.