Lucky’s only answer was a strangled sob, as she embraced Lightning Dust tighter about the chest. As she had grown and matured, Lucky had become increasingly independent, and not sought out physical contact the way she had in those early days. Now, all that growth seemed erased, and she sobbed like a foal. It was worse than the last time, when they’d been on that airship and Forerunner had told Lucky that she was in charge. Much worse.