Her arms and legs both curl around him in turn as she writhes a bit on him. "You, too," she mutters against his ear. "...You know how much I want you to be happy..." There are other things she thinks of, at times, especially times like this. Of red dresses, and vows before gods and men. But she doesn't say any of those things. She can't do that to him yet. She wants him free, really free.
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