Clasping his hand, she closes her eyes and a breath goes out of her slowly. Her other hand moves to the back of his, running along it, tracing the veins in his hand. "I can't ask." Her voice is soft, "And I wouldn't want you to take that on because of me." She won't purposefully add to the weight on his soul if she can help it.
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Date: 2008-02-24 06:50 pm (UTC)