[Her mouth opens, not a full jaw-drop, but a little airless moment of shock, reaching for something to say, closing her mouth a moment later on empty air. Her expression doesn't change, her eyes don't flick away, but she still blushes, her cheeks going dark pink.]
Everybody needs friends.
[It's protest and clemency at the same time, that he's not her warden, never was and never had to be, but he was good for her all the same.]
I mean - thank you. Thank you for everything.
[For what he's been to her, and to Morgana, and for trusting her with this, with a person, which suddenly feels even more bewilderingly huge a responsibility than it did before. But in a good way. She thinks of the alps, vast, close, pristine.]
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Everybody needs friends.
[It's protest and clemency at the same time, that he's not her warden, never was and never had to be, but he was good for her all the same.]
I mean - thank you. Thank you for everything.
[For what he's been to her, and to Morgana, and for trusting her with this, with a person, which suddenly feels even more bewilderingly huge a responsibility than it did before. But in a good way. She thinks of the alps, vast, close, pristine.]