Re: [later than late afternoon]
[Pulls him with her as she leans back against the wall, arm close around his shoulders.]
. . . I don't know if it is, either.
People can't be replaced. You aren't the people he's left, or the people who have left him . . . but you are Cepheus. You wear each others' marks, don't you? Under your skin, where they'll never wash away. Even if you're separated, even if you forget, or are made to forget . . . those will still be there.
Just like how I have Pavo's marks. And we have each other's.