(What she likes very much about Cain is that he is an excellent judge of knowing exactly when to stop talking and offer physical comfort instead. The arm around is vastly appreciated, and after a beat Lucretia sighs, and leans against him properly, head tipping to rest against his shoulder.)
You're right, (she says eventually, in a defeated sort of way.
She's not quite got around to his clearly more sensible way of thinking, but at least she's admitting that to herself? It's complicated.)
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You're right, (she says eventually, in a defeated sort of way.
She's not quite got around to his clearly more sensible way of thinking, but at least she's admitting that to herself? It's complicated.)