[Easily, she takes his hands once he's sitting with her. She's grown fond of simply sitting beside him and touching, like this, unable to truly draw herself away for long. His hands are bigger, rougher, than her own--but incredibly gentle. And warm, even now.]
I'm all right. Thank you, Jamie.
[Always looking out for her. She smiles, looking down at their hands, and at the iron ring on her finger as she idly plays with his.]
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I'm all right. Thank you, Jamie.
[Always looking out for her. She smiles, looking down at their hands, and at the iron ring on her finger as she idly plays with his.]