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[It is. A comfort. And for a split second her face starts to crumple over it, the line of her mouth growing strained and desperate from the sick sense of loneliness that rises in her like nausea. And then she has schooled her expression again, because that is ridiculous and she has no reason whatsoever to still be upset and they will never discuss this and nothing will change and it will be fine because she knows better. She is determined to remember it this time.

So she links her arm in his, and if she grips him very tightly to her side then it's because she doesn't know her own strength and it has nothing to do with wanting to keep him next to her. You will be a more pleasant person, she had sworn to herself when they'd all returned to the Gallows and found Riftwatch in the process of burying them. That way the next time you interrupt your own funeral, someone will look for you first out of everyone else.

If they are only friends, she can take his arm and ask him questions and not feel as if she is lying to him with her interest. And he need not worry at all about being forced to think about who between herself and Mr. Stark he likes best.]

In that case, let us begin by telling me what you were doing in the library. Were you looking for someone?