IN THE FOREST OF THE LOST

[beathollow]

it's all too perfect.

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[cirquedesang]

[Truly a blessing that the French language has the reputation for being one of love-

She squeezes. He squeezes back, but then pulls away just enough that he can look down at her while still holding her.]

I will. I'd love to meet your friends, and hear your music, and stay in your life as long as you'll have me. I want you to have a home... a safe one. However you want it.

[With him, or in her own world, or with Arven - whatever will make her feel... safe. Comfortable. Home.]

[beathollow]

You'll always be part of it. You already are.

[cirquedesang]

Good. I intend to be.

[...For as long as he can be, anyway.]

[beathollow]

Lets go home? I'm so tired.

( she feels like she died so many times. please help. )

[cirquedesang]

[...so the dorms are home, now, huh? The thought makes sense, after everything they had just witnessed, but... it does still ache, that she couldn't have this safety and love at her original home.

Regardless? In a movement that would be very familiar to anyone who paid close attention to the last bit of the last memory, he bends low to scoop Mafuyu up exactly as he had on day one - held securely but comfortably, where she could hide against his shoulder if she wished.]

Yes, let's go home.