Her eyes don't lift, even as her face is turned up. Stretching out briefly against the hold, her chin settling against her hold.
Because the mistake would be to look at her, to know that to be true. It would feel worse to even pile that sickly hope onto itself. Hoping is such a dangerous, delirious thing and - she finds herself hoping. The quiet moments when they sit together by the fire of the evening. That Magni never seems to mind her complaining about the cold. That - that she had come with her, at all, even when she was being foolish.
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Her eyes don't lift, even as her face is turned up. Stretching out briefly against the hold, her chin settling against her hold.
Because the mistake would be to look at her, to know that to be true. It would feel worse to even pile that sickly hope onto itself. Hoping is such a dangerous, delirious thing and - she finds herself hoping. The quiet moments when they sit together by the fire of the evening. That Magni never seems to mind her complaining about the cold. That - that she had come with her, at all, even when she was being foolish.