Lucretia glances across at him when he takes her wrist, then snorts with unexpected laughter, and the goof softens her uncertainty. Like we used to. Like the cycles when Lup died early on and left all of them behind and bleaker for it (and Taako especially), like the times Lucretia was wracked with nightmares, like the times they stayed up talking and talking for hours at a time about everything, about nothing, and then collapsed where ever they were sitting when they couldn't go on any longer.)
Okay. (She turns back, pulling the covers down so she can scoot into bed on what she commonly thinks of as her side even though the entire bed is hers.)
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Lucretia glances across at him when he takes her wrist, then snorts with unexpected laughter, and the goof softens her uncertainty. Like we used to. Like the cycles when Lup died early on and left all of them behind and bleaker for it (and Taako especially), like the times Lucretia was wracked with nightmares, like the times they stayed up talking and talking for hours at a time about everything, about nothing, and then collapsed where ever they were sitting when they couldn't go on any longer.)
Okay. (She turns back, pulling the covers down so she can scoot into bed on what she commonly thinks of as her side even though the entire bed is hers.)