[Although the room is cold, her hand as it comes to rest against his cheek, thumb tracing an adoring line over it, is as warm as can be, the touch tender and careful, deliberate. She can feel that ache beginning to rise again, that need to wrap herself around him and hold onto him, to anchor herself back in reality and not where she'd been laying in his arms, but maybe that isn't what either of them need right now.
They will need to talk about it, and she would like to once they get there, but for now, she'll smile and swallow it down, and will give him anything in this world that he asks for.]
Okay. Let's go there.
[Their special, secret place.]
We can grab the horses and head out for the day? Want me to pack us anything?
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They will need to talk about it, and she would like to once they get there, but for now, she'll smile and swallow it down, and will give him anything in this world that he asks for.]
Okay. Let's go there.
[Their special, secret place.]
We can grab the horses and head out for the day? Want me to pack us anything?