[He shivers, his focused veneer fracturing — brutal as it was to suffer the crunch of thaw twigs beneath his unshod feet, agonizing as the sound of whips cracking against dead air became, he had been able to maintain some semblance of marbled stoicism.
And then Cait held his hand and offered comfort in the way only a sister could understand to do. His throat tightens, his eyes sting with tear brine.
Jayce fights every impulse to hug her.]
You're right, [air blows out a stream from pursed lips.] Gods, what would I do without you?
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And then Cait held his hand and offered comfort in the way only a sister could understand to do. His throat tightens, his eyes sting with tear brine.
Jayce fights every impulse to hug her.]
You're right, [air blows out a stream from pursed lips.] Gods, what would I do without you?