[ He doesn't really struggle when she tugs her wrists free of his grip, or when she latches onto the front of his shirt again. Her words, however, do give him pause, and he blinks down at her pout, feeling that sudden stab of hurt that he knows wasn't his own.
Careful, Gautier.
His expression softens as he reaches out a hand and brushes his fingertips against her jaw once more. ]
I'm right here, Hilda. I'm not going anywhere. Let me take care of you, okay?
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Careful, Gautier.
His expression softens as he reaches out a hand and brushes his fingertips against her jaw once more. ]
I'm right here, Hilda. I'm not going anywhere. Let me take care of you, okay?