[ it's the familiar voice that snaps deanna out of her thoughts. by the time piper made it over, she's quieted. her black eyes are rimmed with red and her cheeks are flushed and stained with tears when she lifts her head to see the only person who might understand just how hard this is for her. ]
Piper...
[ but what can she say? how can she even put to words how difficult this is, how she feels seeing her husband here. she blinks, returning her gaze to will's face. her hand smooths back his hair, as though this small gesture will bring him back to her. ]
This is my husband.
[ which says enough as to her state, she thinks. ]