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[onceandfutureprat]

Merlin--

[Why yes, that is the voice of a king with a punctured lung, how did you know]

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

She was in the water. [And she doesn't want to look at him, now, because she can still feel where her clothes are wet from hugging it, and it makes her shudder.] They cut her throat. What happened to her face?

[The gouges had been deep and bloodless when she'd finally seen them, and she wonder how she'd ever known it was her mother at all.

Nymeria had known, in her dream. When she pulled her from the water. She scrusb at her face.]

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[onceandfutureprat]

I wish I knew.

[Arthur could probably guess but he doesn't particularly want to. Especially if it'll only make things worse for her.

He reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder.]

Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes.

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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I can change my own clothes, [she mutters, because it's something that feels natural to say. But she leans into his hand, too, because she's too empty to push away kindness.]

...Arthur?

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[onceandfutureprat]

[Please, he's not going to change you. He can't even change himself out of his chainmail. But he is going to insist and drag her to her room if he must.]

Yes?