[ he may not be accustomed to it, but it settles warm against her hand, over her shoulders. she breathes out a soft laugh, gentle and brief, and lets her hand fall away back to her lap. it's a little silly, in hindsight. but it's also nice to hear—that she doesn't always have to despite the fact that she's the one who holds them all together. sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively.
it's also silly to want him to stay longer than he already has. eventually, they'll both have to leave the sanctity and comfort of this bed. maybe a part of her dreads what she'll find outside, or maybe she just likes being able to talk to someone so far removed from things like crests and bloodlines and nobility. ]
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it's also silly to want him to stay longer than he already has. eventually, they'll both have to leave the sanctity and comfort of this bed. maybe a part of her dreads what she'll find outside, or maybe she just likes being able to talk to someone so far removed from things like crests and bloodlines and nobility. ]
That's something I don't hear very often.