[ It makes her sniffle, and turn her head into Winn's side, to let herself be wrapped up around him - it's something she hasn't sought out since she came here and left Dorian behind with Diarmuid and John and Gilgamesh. The few people in the Drabwurld who had seen her like this: vulnerable. ]
That might take years, Winn.
[ But at least there's a ghost of a smile on her face. ]
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That might take years, Winn.
[ But at least there's a ghost of a smile on her face. ]