Had she been feeling more herself, Leah would have laughed at the spectacle. As it was, she waited, fingers knotted around her reticule strings. But then a gentle hand took hers, untangling her fingers. Startled, Leah looked to find Fox at her side, quietly threading her palm through his elbow. He has flecks of gold in his blue eyes, Leah noted first. He looks tired, she noted second. Shadows smudged the pale skin beneath his eyes, and a taut tension pulled at his mouth. He even winced in the sunlight, as if his head were sore. And yet, tired and worn and hurting, he had come. “Thank ye,” she
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