[She looks like a mess, but she's still smiling- a smile as forced as one can get. Rather than returning it, he brushes his thumb across her cheek, catching whatever wetness is still there in the fabric of his brace, and shakes his head. A gentleman would have a handkerchief or something, like some old-timey nobility. (Someone like Somnus.) This is all he has.]
I don't think that's all, but... you've got it, if that's what you want.
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I don't think that's all, but... you've got it, if that's what you want.