[It is still a little difficult for her to believe that he truly want to, that such things were "okay", even after all he has done to try and prove it to her. If she could just trust that people said only what they truly meant, that he did... But experience has taught her very differently. When she'd been holding his shard she'd been sure, because she'd had to be... But she isn't going to ask for it again.
She can't just ask for it every time she doubts.
For a while, she doesn't say anything, lapsing again into the silence that says... She does not know what to say, and yet she is possessed of enough desire not to ruin things that she refuses to let herself just snap or defensively react. (Trying. She is trying.) Eventually, though... She lays a last little kiss to his knuckles and nuzzles back into the pillow, heedless of the light now streaming in through the window.]
... Stay here.
[In bed, where she never lingers, always rising early and plainly and business-like to begin the day and fill it with duties to keep her mind from wandering or despairing. But this morning...]
Just for a little while. Until we must rise to eat.
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She can't just ask for it every time she doubts.
For a while, she doesn't say anything, lapsing again into the silence that says... She does not know what to say, and yet she is possessed of enough desire not to ruin things that she refuses to let herself just snap or defensively react. (Trying. She is trying.) Eventually, though... She lays a last little kiss to his knuckles and nuzzles back into the pillow, heedless of the light now streaming in through the window.]
... Stay here.
[In bed, where she never lingers, always rising early and plainly and business-like to begin the day and fill it with duties to keep her mind from wandering or despairing. But this morning...]
Just for a little while. Until we must rise to eat.