[...Ah. He does know her so well. She glances down from his face to his hand, and back. Then she hesitantly takes his hand, almost flinching when she feels it's real and solid.
Upon impulse, she lifts it to press against her cheek. But only for a moment, then she remembers herself.]
I.... [She swallows thickly. Or the facsimile of it.] This is a place of impossibilities, but I still thought...
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Upon impulse, she lifts it to press against her cheek. But only for a moment, then she remembers herself.]
I.... [She swallows thickly. Or the facsimile of it.] This is a place of impossibilities, but I still thought...
[She shakes her head, fighting back tears still.]
I'm. I'm glad to see you.