[ She takes what is now her customary perch on the side of his bed, shaking the chill from her hands so she might take his. Not for any pulse of Compassion's power- simply to hold it. Part of her wishes there was music, time, and strength enough in him to ask a dance; but this? This is enough. ]
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[ She takes what is now her customary perch on the side of his bed, shaking the chill from her hands so she might take his. Not for any pulse of Compassion's power- simply to hold it. Part of her wishes there was music, time, and strength enough in him to ask a dance; but this? This is enough. ]