[ She leans into his touch, eyes falling closed. She remembers feeling his fear, his worry, and she remembers feeling so sad for him. She never wants him to feel that way again, and she lifts a hand to cover his own. ]
Mm. A bath... fresh change of clothes.
[ She pauses, frowning. ] ... Breakfast? Is that strange?
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Mm. A bath... fresh change of clothes.
[ She pauses, frowning. ] ... Breakfast? Is that strange?