[If he was regretting the necessity of not questioning her about what has happened, her reaction banishes it. She kisses his mouth, then his forehead, shaky gestures meant for her own comfort as much as anything else, a further way of proving that he is here, that she is safe. He welcomes them, and one of his arms tightens a little around her back.]
I think it is I who am blessed, not least by your trust.
[Quiet words, but heartfelt. He reaches up and strokes her hair again, his eyes also closed. Her breath is more even now, no longer interrupted by echoes of sobs or hitches of breath. His hand slides around to her face, caresses her cheek. Such a storm of weeping is painful, he knows, and will have left her eyes and face aching.]
Should we find you some water, perhaps? Or remain here a while yet?
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Date: 2019-01-21 10:58 pm (UTC)I think it is I who am blessed, not least by your trust.
[Quiet words, but heartfelt. He reaches up and strokes her hair again, his eyes also closed. Her breath is more even now, no longer interrupted by echoes of sobs or hitches of breath. His hand slides around to her face, caresses her cheek. Such a storm of weeping is painful, he knows, and will have left her eyes and face aching.]
Should we find you some water, perhaps? Or remain here a while yet?