Tenderly, he caught her hand in his, closing his fingers around it as he slid into the back seat next to her. His other hand touched her cheek, lightly, taking in the bandages and the damage beneath – he could tell, with a horrified lurch, that she was not whole. That he had his work cut out for him trying to piece her back together. "Is this where it hurts the worst?" he asked, soft as a light through a yonder window breaking.
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