Merope felt her weight shift a little on his back, her back slacked a little more. Even though she was well aware that she should try to hold her own weight and not become dead weight, she trusted him enough to hold onto her lithe, gaunt shape on his back. Her one arm stayed on him and her other affectionately stroked the fabric on his face against his cheek, throat and nose until her body became very limp against him.
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