full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun gave Maea a shockingly sympathetic grin. ”You are many things, but I would not call the woman who interrogated her rescuer a pushover.” The words were teasing, but also weirdly complementary, hopefully the perfect antidote to the self-hatred he heard in her voice. He gave her a (very) gentle squeeze on top of it.
Then his grin shifted into a smile, a normal, friendly smile. "Why don't you tell me how it happened and how you're feeling about it all. Then maybe we can revisit your rules and figure out what to do?" He glanced ahead, but they still had quite a bit of road left ahead of them, and the talking would keep her from thinking about her ordeal from earlier.
Then his grin shifted into a smile, a normal, friendly smile. "Why don't you tell me how it happened and how you're feeling about it all. Then maybe we can revisit your rules and figure out what to do?" He glanced ahead, but they still had quite a bit of road left ahead of them, and the talking would keep her from thinking about her ordeal from earlier.
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