[ For the briefest of moments, as he slowly curls around her, she can see that look again. The look he had given the fox in the forest. She tenses up slightly, nervous, not helped by his anger that she feels in the form of warmth, but what he says is so at odds with what she remembers from that time. And that anger is replaced with a determination she'd always admired in him. ]
Yes. Together... I'm glad you remembered that. [ Because by the end of it, between his Noctaere mind and his injuries, she doesn't know what he would remember of that night and what he wouldn't. This is the first time they've really been able to speak about it, what happened with Jack. ]
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Yes. Together... I'm glad you remembered that. [ Because by the end of it, between his Noctaere mind and his injuries, she doesn't know what he would remember of that night and what he wouldn't. This is the first time they've really been able to speak about it, what happened with Jack. ]