[Maelle watches him do such a simple thing that manages to squeeze her heart so tightly it hurts. She takes the handkefchief and wipes under her nose folding it over and setting it back down on the table.

She misses when he would take care of her, be it scraped knees or wiping away tears after a nightmare, but that was never her favorite thing.]

The Hanging Gardens. We could see so much of the city. Be nosy. We would just... talk. About everything. I loved spending time with you, but there, especially.

[Deep talks about that year's Gommage. But more often, just about themselves. Their lives. Silly things, too. They would so often go home smiling.]

I would do anything to sit up there with you one more time. To listen to you talk about how your apprentices are doing, or the weather. Or anything at all.

[Her eyes wander to their home, still and warm and familiar. This is as close as they can get, for now.]