2 Works by Hth in Firefly
She's seen these girls all her life, at her parents' holiday parties, on skiing vacations, shopping at the grander bazaars and sipping cocktails at late suppers after the ballets her father used to take her to. She always thought they were just for decoration. Now that River can hear them think, she's amazed that they each have their own lives, their own brains, moods, personalities.
At dinner Tara hardly eats a thing; Kaylee didn't guess a reader would be so shy around strangers. Shouldn't it almost be like they ain't even strangers to her at all?