The sorrow in her voice aches at him, and he's certain it won't be the last time today. Her sorrow and pain and fear, the gunslingers' guilt and grief; he can only hope the garden will be enough to soothe it, even a little.
Leaning forward, Caspian kisses her, very gently, then squeezes her fingers before letting go. "Now – a little breakfast, Su, if you can."
He pushes back the sheets and gets up, uncaring of the skin he bares.
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The sorrow in her voice aches at him, and he's certain it won't be the last time today. Her sorrow and pain and fear, the gunslingers' guilt and grief; he can only hope the garden will be enough to soothe it, even a little.
Leaning forward, Caspian kisses her, very gently, then squeezes her fingers before letting go. "Now – a little breakfast, Su, if you can."
He pushes back the sheets and gets up, uncaring of the skin he bares.