She's stiff and still against him, but only for a moment. At some point, she's gained the ability to fold against his armor, feel soft and warm against all that cold metal. A quick movement, and she kisses him just under his ear, light and airy.
“Eternally.” He says, hand sliding higher into the tangled curtain of her hair, fingertips scrubbing against her scalp. It is a sigh of a sound, his voice.
A sincere sound.
"I am with you until the end of your years, Daughter of Denerim."
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"How grateful?"
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A sincere sound.
"I am with you until the end of your years, Daughter of Denerim."