The Balladeer considers her hand a moment longer, before folding his longer fingers over hers and dropping both back down to the blankets. Yeah, she'll do just fine.
With a sudden surge of affection, he squeezes her shoulders gently and leans his cheek down against the top of her head. "Thank you," he says, quietly. He does not say that no one's ever said anything that nice to him before, but it's in his voice. "I'm glad you're here, too."
(Were they not in such a warm and cozy dream, he'd probably not have said he's glad she got pulled away from her home. But she knows what he means.)
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With a sudden surge of affection, he squeezes her shoulders gently and leans his cheek down against the top of her head. "Thank you," he says, quietly. He does not say that no one's ever said anything that nice to him before, but it's in his voice. "I'm glad you're here, too."
(Were they not in such a warm and cozy dream, he'd probably not have said he's glad she got pulled away from her home. But she knows what he means.)