[ They haven't escaped her notice, now she can see him clearly and not covered by fog, she thinks to ask but at the same time she knows she needn't. She knows those wounds intimately, she knows who is responsible for them.
For now she pushes them aside, the wounds and the knowledge and the questions on the tip of her tongue, focusing instead on his smell, his warmth. ]
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For now she pushes them aside, the wounds and the knowledge and the questions on the tip of her tongue, focusing instead on his smell, his warmth. ]
You came back. [ She whispers, half in tears. ]