"Hey, that's good," she beams, restraining the urge to ruffle Fio's hair. She remembers being a kid and people deciding that it meant she didn't get any say in people getting up in her space.

"You're really brave, ehn?" Darcy can't imagine herself doing as well at that age, back when she was still soft and weak and blubbery. Darcy knots the end of the friendship bracelet and removes the tape, giving it a quick once-over for quality.

"Hold out your hand, so I can tie it on?" she asks with a small smile.