[He breathes the words out. He means you made it here, to the Horizon but it's more than that. You survived once again, impossible witch. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing delicately, as if they are both still sensitive to pain here.
Then pulls back, fingers deftly moving black curls from her face. As beautiful as ever, of course -- and like him, as he thought, she has come without wounds.
It would do no good to share.]
Be truthful. How bad is it? They're healing you, aren't they? Those bastards in Thorne?
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[He breathes the words out. He means you made it here, to the Horizon but it's more than that. You survived once again, impossible witch. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing delicately, as if they are both still sensitive to pain here.
Then pulls back, fingers deftly moving black curls from her face. As beautiful as ever, of course -- and like him, as he thought, she has come without wounds.
It would do no good to share.]
Be truthful. How bad is it? They're healing you, aren't they? Those bastards in Thorne?