"Tanya, how strong are you now?" Penelope asked, lying on their bed beneath the blankets.
"Stronger than many." Tanya simply answered. Sometimes she believed that a vague answer was the best answer. Especially when she did not necessarily want to spoil anything.
"Stronger than most ants or stronger than most people?"
"Both." Tanya smiled, rolling over and snuggling with Penelope.
"Sometimes I feel like you are getting stronger by the day. Tanya, I know you are powerful, but please never lose sight of the things that matter most to you. I don't want you to become someone you're not."
"Awww…" Tanya smugly grinned.
