[Still, with that hint of bitterness, but significantly less so than it ever has been as she glances sidelong at him.
How long has she wanted him back, and now that he is standing right next to her, seemingly extending a hand to help her, why does she feel so scared to take it? Is this not what she wanted all those years? How black does her heart truly bleed because of him that she cannot bring herself to fully trust his intentions?
With a sigh, Benedikta squares her shoulders as if to steel herself against those questions threatening to spill out of her.]
It is nothing like home. Even the ships are different. And the magic...
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[Still, with that hint of bitterness, but significantly less so than it ever has been as she glances sidelong at him.
How long has she wanted him back, and now that he is standing right next to her, seemingly extending a hand to help her, why does she feel so scared to take it? Is this not what she wanted all those years? How black does her heart truly bleed because of him that she cannot bring herself to fully trust his intentions?
With a sigh, Benedikta squares her shoulders as if to steel herself against those questions threatening to spill out of her.]
It is nothing like home. Even the ships are different. And the magic...