[With considerable reluctance, she draws away, quiet in her presence. When she's standing, she leans in to nestle his little face, the means to thank him wholeheartedly for feeling she has the right to hear what he's been through, and about the things that have happened when she couldn't be present.
The snow, not violent but still tenacious, has coated them, and she takes a minute to shake herself free of it. Then rather groom what's sprinkled over him clean, she's nudging her head cautiously against his side, hoping not to cause pain, but to encourage him back onto his feet. They need to walk. They've sat here too long.]
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The snow, not violent but still tenacious, has coated them, and she takes a minute to shake herself free of it. Then rather groom what's sprinkled over him clean, she's nudging her head cautiously against his side, hoping not to cause pain, but to encourage him back onto his feet. They need to walk. They've sat here too long.]