[ She turns to face him, closing the fridge behind her. Leaning back into it, cool and solid against her skin. A quip there that - shouldn't he be focusing on the cooking? She isn't sure how to deal with his - want to comfort her. She hadn't had anyone do so for years. Hard to know those curve, that art to bending anymore. To swallow and just accept that in return.
Hovers, uncertain, before she lifts her hands up to brace on his shoulders. ] And I, you. I owe your men much, for the day that they delivered me unto you.
[ She smoothes across his uniform, against the bumps of rank and the stiff straight lines of duty that he wore so well. ]
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Hovers, uncertain, before she lifts her hands up to brace on his shoulders. ] And I, you. I owe your men much, for the day that they delivered me unto you.
[ She smoothes across his uniform, against the bumps of rank and the stiff straight lines of duty that he wore so well. ]