[She catches his hand with a furrowed brow (and very cold fingers) to inspect the scarring. There should be images, like the time she had seen so much of his life but there's nothing. Merlan relaxes a little more with a slight sigh of relief.
But the scars tell so many stories. So much danger. More than she's ever faced.]
Oh, Sam...
[Her voice is soft as she very lightly follows the other scars with her forefinger. She stops for a moment to gently tug at his arm. He can have that cocoa if he comes in.]
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[She catches his hand with a furrowed brow (and very cold fingers) to inspect the scarring. There should be images, like the time she had seen so much of his life but there's nothing. Merlan relaxes a little more with a slight sigh of relief.
But the scars tell so many stories. So much danger. More than she's ever faced.]
Oh, Sam...
[Her voice is soft as she very lightly follows the other scars with her forefinger. She stops for a moment to gently tug at his arm. He can have that cocoa if he comes in.]