[ He presses, and his breath tickles a little. It is the tiniest movement, and she can feel it because she is still. So still, with a heart like the glass of early morning water. She lets her eyes close, finds with her mind all the places they touch, the little warmth there, and she loves him.
It is all in her voice as much as her extremity was. ]
It pained me so much to love again. So incredibly much. But I am kinder for it; a woman again instead of a creature. A blade.
It pains me to hurt you, and slowly I become better because I do not want to.
[ She breathes long, through her nose. Wonders vaguely if he can feel it. ]
It hurts to take an arrow in the shoulder, and it hurts to take it out. I believe us more surgeons to each other than archers. [ A puff of mirth. ] A pity that an unsure surgeon does more damage than an unsure archer, but... we learn, yes?
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It is all in her voice as much as her extremity was. ]
It pained me so much to love again. So incredibly much. But I am kinder for it; a woman again instead of a creature. A blade.
It pains me to hurt you, and slowly I become better because I do not want to.
[ She breathes long, through her nose. Wonders vaguely if he can feel it. ]
It hurts to take an arrow in the shoulder, and it hurts to take it out. I believe us more surgeons to each other than archers. [ A puff of mirth. ] A pity that an unsure surgeon does more damage than an unsure archer, but... we learn, yes?