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[mahalakshmi]

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[vorrutyer]

[ His hand stills, and the beat of his heart shudders, slowing its pace. A physical manifestation of the very real fear that meets her words. After a moment, though, he returns to stroking her hair. ]

I wonder. But I hope so.

[mahalakshmi]

[ And oblivious to it, she just rubs her cheek against his shirt. When were they leaving - ? Oh, he would work it out, she knew he would. ]

I am sure of it.

[vorrutyer]

Mm.

[ Another moment, and then he reaches out to wrap his hands around her upper arms. ]

All right. Up you get.