[ She's listened. Thank God, she's listened. Even so, he rushes to her side, as if she's a mirage that will disappear the next time he blinks. But she's there, solid. His hands still at her shoulders for a moment before finally taking her arms to help her dress.
Words seem to escape him again, as he focuses on the task at hand. Scolding her, reassuring her, he's not certain anything he says can help, in the moment. ]
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Words seem to escape him again, as he focuses on the task at hand. Scolding her, reassuring her, he's not certain anything he says can help, in the moment. ]