(When he doesn't pull away Lucretia does sink a little more into him with a soft sniff, allowing her expression to crumple over his shoulder. He can't see, so it doesn't count.
In response to the tightness of his voice she smooths her palm in a slow circle against his back. He used to do this for her, after sleepless nights on the ship the cycle after sixty-five left her both exhausted and tearful. It always helped.)
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In response to the tightness of his voice she smooths her palm in a slow circle against his back. He used to do this for her, after sleepless nights on the ship the cycle after sixty-five left her both exhausted and tearful. It always helped.)