[ They both know she could easily slip his hold if she wanted to. She doesn't, even as she sighs, soft, faintly exasperated. But it's her own fault he's so nervous. ]
I'll be fine, [ she says again, but even if wishing can make it so there's no knowing until the worrying's been done anyway. She relents and steps closer instead, in until her other arm settles around him and her forehead leans against his jaw. ]
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I'll be fine, [ she says again, but even if wishing can make it so there's no knowing until the worrying's been done anyway. She relents and steps closer instead, in until her other arm settles around him and her forehead leans against his jaw. ]
One minute more, and then I really have to go.