[ She appears to hesitate at Honerva's suggestion, the moment long enough for a chill to settle in between them. But then something seems to give, and she moves closer by an inch, then another. Another moment passes, and she rests her head upon her shoulder. ]
They'll recover. [ She repeats, her voice less tremulous, but her spirit dampened. She feels smaller than she is, weak for taking this comfort that she needs-- guilty that she feels she needs it at all, when there are others who have suffered more. She's not the one who nearly died, and without the Architect, she cannot die. Life remains far too unfair to mortals still, and here she's harmed them more.
They'll recover, she thinks to herself. They'll recover. ]
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They'll recover. [ She repeats, her voice less tremulous, but her spirit dampened. She feels smaller than she is, weak for taking this comfort that she needs-- guilty that she feels she needs it at all, when there are others who have suffered more. She's not the one who nearly died, and without the Architect, she cannot die. Life remains far too unfair to mortals still, and here she's harmed them more.
They'll recover, she thinks to herself. They'll recover. ]