[ Contrary to any belief he has, she knows that he doesn't truly need her. In time, he may come to understand the resilience she has witnessed within him. That's her hope for him, at the very least, though she doesn't give voice to that thought now. His scars are still too fresh for it to be heard with any clarity, and she has no desire to undermine his request.
She obliges, molding herself to his side like a clingy barnacle. ]
You have me. [ And, while she had thought it was implied, she adds in a low murmur: ] I'm not going anywhere.
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She obliges, molding herself to his side like a clingy barnacle. ]
You have me. [ And, while she had thought it was implied, she adds in a low murmur: ] I'm not going anywhere.