A full comprehension for us both: that we’d been more than a little homesick for one another’s company. “Emma,” as if he were speaking a pleasant thought aloud. His eyes silver as the spent rain as his gaze canvassed my face. Whatever had prevented him feeling entirely at his ease only moments ago, was lessening. And when he spoke, I could feel the words ordering themselves in a way my mind would ever remember. “I’ve long developed a habit of not growing accustomed to people, Emma Lion, but I have found the last few days ill-fitting without you.”
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