[Any words that she may have had for him die immediately on her trembling breath as his weight sinks over her. She really had meant it when she asked, her concern for him genuine. She doesn't know what it's like to go and come back, and while for her, it's only been a few days and she's had some time to at least rest peacefully knowing that he would return eventually—it was just a matter of when—she has no idea the specifics of his situation enough to be confident that he's the same.
So, when he cages her like this, entraps her with not just his words, but the fire in his gaze, she's a little surprised... though, she really shouldn't be. If it were her, would she want to rest after being separated for as long as he has been?
No.
Which is why she doesn't protest. Doesn't utter a word besides the very quiet sigh of his name as she stares into his eyes and finds herself caught drowning in the sea of them.]
Then what'll it take?
[She is his wife, and she wants to make sure that he has everything he needs.]
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So, when he cages her like this, entraps her with not just his words, but the fire in his gaze, she's a little surprised... though, she really shouldn't be. If it were her, would she want to rest after being separated for as long as he has been?
No.
Which is why she doesn't protest. Doesn't utter a word besides the very quiet sigh of his name as she stares into his eyes and finds herself caught drowning in the sea of them.]
Then what'll it take?
[She is his wife, and she wants to make sure that he has everything he needs.]
We have all day still.