[No embrace from Gustave could be too much. She closes her eyes and enjoys the fact that he's alive to squeeze the air from her lungs. Her eyes open when he pulls back, letting him take her in. She can't stop smiling, regarding him with fond relief. No tears, but only just barely, and she wipes at her cheek to make sure nothing's escaped. She nods, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.]
Yeah. Yeah, we're home. [This is home. Their modest home was so much kinder to her than the sprawling manor.] It's a long story.
[They have all the time in the world for details. Maelle lifts a hand to rest on his forearm, giving it a reassuring rub.]
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Yeah. Yeah, we're home. [This is home. Their modest home was so much kinder to her than the sprawling manor.] It's a long story.
[They have all the time in the world for details. Maelle lifts a hand to rest on his forearm, giving it a reassuring rub.]
There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.
[Not even death.]