[It's an apology, that caress, and Sorrel accepts it without words, closing his eyes and trying to let the ache fall away, as much as it can. His smile, when it returns, is his own apology, for taking it to heart, for being so easily sorrowed. Kirkwall wears on him, and it's hard to recover, when he stumbles. But he isn't alone.]
I love you.
[Half-unintentional, a broken whisper, the simple truth. But he needed Adasse to hear it, to know it for the reality of the world, and no fade-shadow or dream.]
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I love you.
[Half-unintentional, a broken whisper, the simple truth. But he needed Adasse to hear it, to know it for the reality of the world, and no fade-shadow or dream.]
I'll keep you safe, vhenan. Don't worry.