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Shay, from the beginning, had told herself that giving Hazel the ukulele might be a bad thing. Not because Hazel was bad (she wasn't) and not because music would be heard throughout the halls always now (which was a good thing). It was bad because she knew how Bastille would act. She knew jealousy and anger would sprout like an angry seed in the spring. She had told herself that she might ought to hold on to the instrument, to keep it until things finally resolved themselves.

And then she thought better of it.

Why should she deny Hazel happiness because Bastille was angry with her? Why should she keep something away from someone she cared about because she had strained the relationship with another? She shouldn't. This ordeal - the ukulele one anyhow - was between she and Hazel, and Bastille shouldn't have even been in the equation. Any frustrations he was feeling was caused by himself, not her... She tried to tell herself all of that anyway.

Shay knew she was doing something right however. The instrument had brought Hazel joy, she knew. The girl, her golden girl, had thanked her and cried in joy. Hazel had kept asking over and over and over if the ukulele was hers. Time and time again, Shay would confirm it. It hit Shay then that Hazel must not have ever had anything like this before. It saddened her to think about, but it made her happy to know she could offer Hazel happiness. More than that, it made her glad to know she could give Hazel something to call her own.

The blonde woman was on her way towards the bunker as Bastille was making his grand exit. Thankful she had missed the walking storm, the Admiral stepped inside, drawn forward by the gentle strumming on the ukulele and Hazel's sweet voice. Her baby blues caught Haze and Alexander chatting, and then, she felt another presence. She turned, eyes met by Vera, who appeared to be stealing glances at Alexander and Hazel.

"C'mon, Vera, why don't you join us, huh?" Shay questions, strolling over to the duo. She flashed the girl a smile before turning her attention to the music maker and her little audience member. She was just out of ear shot of all the talking prior to her joining them. "Hi, Haze. Hi, Xander." Ocean eyes took in the instrument and the golden-hued doodles on it. "You're getting better every day, kiddo. You're gonna be better than me soon. And I like the drawings on it! They're cute. Now it's really your instrument."

Personalized touches were always fun. Shay's guitar has stuff scribed on it. There was even a family photo that her daughter Lydia had hand painted. She missed that old guitar, and she wished she knew what had happened to it. For now, all she had was the ukulele. The only personal touch it had was the initials M. E. M. carved into the neck.

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