[ Her eyes open to meet his eyes, too close to be in focus. She pulls away just enough so that his expression comes into view, noting how he only keeps his gaze cast down, and...
She sees someone who has been dead for thousands of years, someone who has not been granted the ability to truly rest in all of that time. And then this, now, this world, this body of his, warm enough that it feels alive beneath her touch, had fallen ill. He does not get any rest here, either.
Now she wonders. She wonders, and asks: ]
...I worried for you. [ She admits this as she looks at him. Although her words contain a hint of sorrow, her gaze is peaceful. The worst is over, there is no need to chide him. ] Will you say that that is unnecessary, too?
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She sees someone who has been dead for thousands of years, someone who has not been granted the ability to truly rest in all of that time. And then this, now, this world, this body of his, warm enough that it feels alive beneath her touch, had fallen ill. He does not get any rest here, either.
Now she wonders. She wonders, and asks: ]
...I worried for you. [ She admits this as she looks at him. Although her words contain a hint of sorrow, her gaze is peaceful. The worst is over, there is no need to chide him. ] Will you say that that is unnecessary, too?