[ Closing her eyes, she takes in the affections, desperately needing them in the moment. Even so, she doesn't expect to find herself in such a state of calm, following his words. Chaos abound, and all sense of identity that she had tied into her hair falling about her knees - none of it matters, so much as William remaining faithful to her in this moment.
Quietly, she fluffs her fingers through her shortened locks to loosen any snippets that may have stuck. Shaking out her collar, she buttons up her shirt, and pushes herself up to rise on uneasy knees. ]
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Quietly, she fluffs her fingers through her shortened locks to loosen any snippets that may have stuck. Shaking out her collar, she buttons up her shirt, and pushes herself up to rise on uneasy knees. ]
My trousers, love?