<sub>[In all honesty, Heather probably wouldn't have blamed her if that had been the case. The kind of deep, burning helplessness and rage she'd felt a few weeks ago... that sort of emotion is strong. And toxic. And while it couldn't hope to compare with what she had felt during those seven years on that hospital bed... it was the same rage.]

[But yes. She was doing better. Heather wouldn't let herself sink into despair. Couldn't. No matter how bad things got, you had to keep going. She'd done it after her life had been chewed up and spat out again by Silent Hill a year before coming here, and she'd do it again. No matter how difficult.]

[So she smiles, and it's genuine even if it's a little subdued.]</sub>

Sometimes, if they're friendly and they decide they like you.

Those round owls, though, us Silent Hill survivors seem to attract those little guys like magnets. _{[It's like a tradition by this point! A round... owly tradition.]}

They're pretty persistent... my buddy Henry-- dunno if you've talked to him-- he had one that like... legit followed him from New Bark all the way across the country.

... Yours looks friendlier, though.

_{[There's a reason that Henry left Walter Owl in the PC box.]}