"I had forgotten," he said, a moment later.
"forgotten what?" His back was warm through the thin shirt. "everything." He spoke very softly, mouth against my hair.
"Joy. Fear. Fear, most of all." His hand came up and smoothed my curls away from his nose
"I havena been afraid for a verra long time, Sassenach," he whispered. "But now I think I am. For there is something to be lost, now." Page 394
— Apr 19, 2016 12:32PM
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