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Her hands began moving, fingers forming the familiar words before abruptly faltering. She stared at him, almost trembling as her gaze travelled over his features. She couldn’t believe it. He was standing here, in the archives, after she’d spent so long believing she would never-
see him again.
‘You’re back. I thought you were—‘
The rest of her sentence remained unfinished, her hands falling helplessly to her sides. Tears threatened to gather in her eyes, and she quickly turned her face away, fumbling with the edge of her tunic before pulling her hood-
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Definitely out of her normally apparel but happy she opted to attend.
Now, where is the wine?
She enjoyed his company. It was rather strange having him around so often; he had become something of a shadow, always seeming to be nearby. Though she supposed it was mostly due to Sawyer being out of commission at the moment. Right?
‘I’d say navy blue?’ She suggested, tilting-
She gave a quiet giggle, nodding along to his words before raising a curious brow.
‘Does that mean we must match? What is the colour scheme? Only certain colours flatter me, you see.’
Her hands moved swiftly as she signed, her thoughts spilling through her gestures-
faster than she could perhaps organise them. She hardly expected a proper answer, merely enjoying the opportunity to express herself. For once, a genuine smile and a sense of purpose to her since the mystery.
‘You needn’t worry about what you wear. Just tell me the colors,-
She stared at him, gazing into his eyes as she took in the emotions he’d been fighting back.
She sadly knew exactly what he was going through and it killed her, broke her heart into pieces.
However, she knew they were not allowed to see the rider, though was thankful for-
each day she read the death toll and Sawyer’s name was not on it.
‘Let’s go back to Sawyer’s room, I can make us some tea and we can help clean his stuff to stay busy? I can do some organizing of his homework so he doesn’t fall behind?’ She finally suggested through signs. A-