[ Her hands lower to her side. Bereft of weapons to hold, her fingers pad into the thick fabric of her skirt.
It’s not the wave of his hand or his admittance of startling her that eases the stiffness of her posture, but the first part of what he said. Rem’s chin tucks down. ]
Then you understand. [ She’s quiet, but sincere. There’s reach within her voice, tentative and fragile, as if seeking some other sort of common ground. ] What it’s like… wanting to protect.
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It’s not the wave of his hand or his admittance of startling her that eases the stiffness of her posture, but the first part of what he said. Rem’s chin tucks down. ]
Then you understand. [ She’s quiet, but sincere. There’s reach within her voice, tentative and fragile, as if seeking some other sort of common ground. ] What it’s like… wanting to protect.
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