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“Hm,” she mustered instead, snagging at another cerulean scarf and adding that to her impending pile of purchases. It was probably neither here nor there; having never had an Attuned bond and not understanding the depths and lengths it could go to quantify something. But she also knew and understood love and conviction without the need for those notions, so she shrugged, listening instead of clambering back into arguments. She’d said her piece, and he could take it or not.
Longheat seemed much more fitting than immediately, and it might give them some time to mull through other murky waters beforehand. “I think it’s up to both of you – if you think you’re ready.” Melita could judge away, as she often did, but she also wasn’t either of them. "That's why I asked if you'd talked about it with her or not." Regardless of duties and transactions, Ru had a minefield of trauma and experiences to navigate too.
Frey duties made her wrinkle her nose, mostly because she was glad it wasn’t her; but then the unorthodox and bizarre handling of a god damned heart made her blink, stop, and stare back at her uncle. “Come again? Like…took your heart out? Of your body?”
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