[This moment was still surreal, but the grip he had on her hand tightened a little bit, a squeeze that was meant to be reassuring; but one he didn't really even stop to think about. He just sort of did it; it just came naturally at that point.]
Desidera...
[He looked her over; she looked a mess. An absolute mess. Worse than he'd ever seen her; exhausted, and somewhat unkempt. Like she was doing just enough to get by, and that was it.
...How long had she been here? How long was he out?
His own voice came back quiet, tired, and... perhaps even sounding vulnerable, for what might be the first time she'd ever heard.]
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Desidera...
[He looked her over; she looked a mess. An absolute mess. Worse than he'd ever seen her; exhausted, and somewhat unkempt. Like she was doing just enough to get by, and that was it.
...How long had she been here? How long was he out?
His own voice came back quiet, tired, and... perhaps even sounding vulnerable, for what might be the first time she'd ever heard.]
I'm sorry.