[Gustave is spared from the sunlight as Maelle approaches the bedside, leaning over him with worried eyes. The same pale blue, but they seem to be robbed of color when beside her hair, white as snow. She's got it pulled up in that familiar ponytail. Something familiar, for him. It falls over her shoulder as she takes in the sight of him, eyes wandering over his hair, his face, his uniform.
Some of the worry leaves her expression as she's reassured that she did this right: this is her Gustave. She just knows it.]
Gustave.
[She says his name with a smile. There. Now everything is as it should be.]
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Some of the worry leaves her expression as she's reassured that she did this right: this is her Gustave. She just knows it.]
Gustave.
[She says his name with a smile. There. Now everything is as it should be.]
Hi.