Wrema flings her arms around Hera -- and also Sucasa -- holding on very tightly for a moment before standing up. She doesn't sniffle at all.

"I'm ready," she says.

Sucasa takes a much longer time to decide to let go of Hera. "I want to come back," she whispers into Hera's ear. "When I'm older."

Only then does she let go, and step away, and say, "We can go."