[ she offers it wryly, though there's something reassuring about this. he is, after all, just flesh and bone. her hand comes up to rest on his chest, feels his heart beating there. solid. human. he's not a saint or an abomination. no matter what he's capable of.
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[ she offers it wryly, though there's something reassuring about this. he is, after all, just flesh and bone. her hand comes up to rest on his chest, feels his heart beating there. solid. human. he's not a saint or an abomination. no matter what he's capable of.
it gives her a little sliver of hope, at least. ]