[honestly yeah she has yet to be hardened by Millions Briars.
Maybe she's touching on things too big for either of them to bear. He's quick enough to shake off the implication, but her own pause is longer, the smile much softer. Rosamund reaches for his hand and gives it a bracing squeeze.]
That's why I'm glad it's you here.
[And why she'll be heartbroken when it's over.
But she'll turn now, removing her cape and hanging it on the hook. She pulls her hair over her shoulders so he might more readily reach the lacing of her gown and waits, ignoring the acrobatics her insides are pulling to put on a facade of calm.
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Maybe she's touching on things too big for either of them to bear. He's quick enough to shake off the implication, but her own pause is longer, the smile much softer. Rosamund reaches for his hand and gives it a bracing squeeze.]
That's why I'm glad it's you here.
[And why she'll be heartbroken when it's over.
But she'll turn now, removing her cape and hanging it on the hook. She pulls her hair over her shoulders so he might more readily reach the lacing of her gown and waits, ignoring the acrobatics her insides are pulling to put on a facade of calm.
It's nothing. Really, it is.]