(It's a delicate dance they're doing with one another. Things were both easier and harder before, when they thought there'd be a definite end to this, that one of them would leave the other sooner or later. Now, there headed into a more unknown future and that makes her more careful. So while she'd love nothing more than to curl up in Lucretia's arms, she doesn't, not right now.)
... only a week ago.
(That doesn't seem right. But then, none of this seems right.)
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... only a week ago.
(That doesn't seem right. But then, none of this seems right.)
It doesn't feel quite real yet.