[ Yseult's hummed response is not convinced. That's what he thought last time, after all. But what more can she ask for, until the moment comes?
So she follows it with another squeeze of his hand, and when she pulls away it's just to rearrange, legs stretched toward the window and her head in his lap. ]
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So she follows it with another squeeze of his hand, and when she pulls away it's just to rearrange, legs stretched toward the window and her head in his lap. ]