[ She curls around him, small and warm, and he takes a deep breath, lifts a hand from his face so he can slip his arm around her, holding onto her like he used to hold onto his stuffed animals as a child. ]
Always, huh?
[ He certainly doesn't feel that way right now, but Maelle's looked at him with near-hero worship almost since she came to live with him and Emma. He'd rather flay himself alive than disappoint the belief she has in him, even on his worst days. Even today. ]
Yeah. It will.
[ It's an effort, but he manages to find a shadowed semblance of a smile for her. ]
How could I not be okay? I have you and Emma and my apprentices and my work. I'm a rich man.
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Always, huh?
[ He certainly doesn't feel that way right now, but Maelle's looked at him with near-hero worship almost since she came to live with him and Emma. He'd rather flay himself alive than disappoint the belief she has in him, even on his worst days. Even today. ]
Yeah. It will.
[ It's an effort, but he manages to find a shadowed semblance of a smile for her. ]
How could I not be okay? I have you and Emma and my apprentices and my work. I'm a rich man.