[This is somewhere between a dream and a nightmare. Despite his assurances, she can't be sure that she truly believes he is here and this isn't some illusion or magic akin to what brought them here. Her eyes move between his hand and face, searching for any sign of a trick.
Her foolish heart would always believe the best (even when confronted with the worst), so it wasn't long before her hand found his and she let him draw her to her feet.]
I'm fine. [No, that was a lie, but how could she know how to feel about any of this.] Are...are you well?
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Her foolish heart would always believe the best (even when confronted with the worst), so it wasn't long before her hand found his and she let him draw her to her feet.]
I'm fine. [No, that was a lie, but how could she know how to feel about any of this.] Are...are you well?