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He barely had time to acknowledge Therese's words before she was clinging tightly to him, squishing his face with her hands, and speaking in excited whispers. A holiday from life---

"Therese---" Caradoc pressed, but stopped himself as she started kissing his face. She wasn't... this was one of the most... when he had revealed himself to Mackenzie, she had held him at wandpoint until he had, in detail, proved it was actually him standing before her. A small part of him had felt some glee for making Mackenzie blush over his divulging-- but that had been a long time ago. It was a different time, and a different place. Which, surprisingly, felt much easier to deal with. Then, he knew how to conduct himself, knew the program to get with. Now, here... he struggled.

Feeling uncomfortable, Caradoc hesitated a bit before responding. "Alive," was all he could muster, unsure if... where else to start. He supposed it didn't truly matter what he said to her, for by the end of this meeting she wouldn't remember it had ever happened, but... "Staying alive." He nodded, slightly. His jaw dropped a bit as he shook his head slightly.

"Why are you..." he began, then cut himself off again. "Therese, a holiday from life?" He couldn't help but wonder, given for how long and hard he had fought for any kind of life at all, and she was... stepping away from it?