[ She leans her head against his and pulls her arms around him, and he does the same. So, so carefully do his arms wind around her that it takes a long moment before he's holding her close, but once he is, he feels at peace, a grin find its rightful place on his lips.
He knows she will fight. He knows if there's anyone who can still come out of this alive, it's her. So her promise isn't just a sweet nothing; it's a steadfast rope for him to cling to, a beacon to draw him from the depths of despair. There's nothing else he can do to help the cure come any quicker. So all that's left for him to do is believe, to have faith in her, that she'll come through.
It's fortunate that believing in her is such an easy thing for him to do. ]
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He knows she will fight. He knows if there's anyone who can still come out of this alive, it's her. So her promise isn't just a sweet nothing; it's a steadfast rope for him to cling to, a beacon to draw him from the depths of despair. There's nothing else he can do to help the cure come any quicker. So all that's left for him to do is believe, to have faith in her, that she'll come through.
It's fortunate that believing in her is such an easy thing for him to do. ]
...Me, too.