Maybe for you. [Alisha's already had to go through the bizarre sensation of mourning Simon right in front of his own living, breathing past self. For her, it's been far too long. She shakes her head. She doesn't want to think about that right now.
She lets Simon pull her closer, and her smile grows fond and soft.]
Yeah, of course. [She lets her hand slide up on his shoulder, over the rough weave of his cloak.]
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She lets Simon pull her closer, and her smile grows fond and soft.]
Yeah, of course. [She lets her hand slide up on his shoulder, over the rough weave of his cloak.]