[ cedric shakes out his hand, the other one, its anchor throbbing dull. always acts up for lyrium, and maker if this isn't the moment to ponder that distraction —
a moment passes. long enough to check that it's taken, that her skin isn't about to worm into some new tangle; then he eases down beside her. the way his arms prop over his knees could pass for casual, if they weren't both here and now.
(if it wasn't the quickest way to find his feet, his knife) ]
'S alright, [ repeated. quieter than before: ] How long's that been happening?
[ can't be the first, she knew it was coming. can't be forever, or she wouldn't be this broken up. ]
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a moment passes. long enough to check that it's taken, that her skin isn't about to worm into some new tangle; then he eases down beside her. the way his arms prop over his knees could pass for casual, if they weren't both here and now.
(if it wasn't the quickest way to find his feet, his knife) ]
'S alright, [ repeated. quieter than before: ] How long's that been happening?
[ can't be the first, she knew it was coming. can't be forever, or she wouldn't be this broken up. ]