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[She sees his hand tremble and reaches out her own in response, a light touch of her fingertips on his hand, telling him that it'll be alright, that he doesn't need to worry.
Some of the light in her eyes dim, memory surging back once again and settling around her shoulders with a familiar weight.]
Of course. [A simple answer, a true answer.] Who doesn't?
[But at the same time, it's not the answer he deserves. Her hand falls away and she straightens.]
I'll tell you about them, after all this [Woodhurst, she means] is done. But for now, we have work to do.
[We, not he and she separately.]
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