[ Mira holds him close and runs her fingers through his hair. If he's expecting her to push him away... well, he's very much in for a surprise. Her breath catches, just softly.
But she doesn't pull away. She doesn't feel disgust, or fear. She holds him closer, burying her face in his hair. If she had chosen to reject him because of that... she'd be a terrible hypocrite. Dohalim isn't the only one with hands drenched in a friend's blood. ]
... It's a terrible thing to carry around, [ she finally says.
She's glad he can't see her face, because she imagines she must look like a mess. ]
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But she doesn't pull away. She doesn't feel disgust, or fear. She holds him closer, burying her face in his hair. If she had chosen to reject him because of that... she'd be a terrible hypocrite. Dohalim isn't the only one with hands drenched in a friend's blood. ]
... It's a terrible thing to carry around, [ she finally says.
She's glad he can't see her face, because she imagines she must look like a mess. ]