Her eyes are drawn to his hands. She flinches a little, shocked at the extent of injury he had received. Without hesitation, she took his hands between her own. His skin was rough and hard from the work he had done here, as well as from the war. Raising his fingers, she kissed each digit gently, gazing up into his eyes as she did.
"You are not broken, Robb."
She guided his palm against her cheek, letting him feel her skin again, the skin he had enjoyed their first night together. "Not to me."
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Date: 2017-06-06 02:18 am (UTC)"You are not broken, Robb."
She guided his palm against her cheek, letting him feel her skin again, the skin he had enjoyed their first night together. "Not to me."