[ Tears gather in her eyes. When he finishes, with a sharp inhale on her part, two spill over. She reaches to cup his cheek with one palm, rubbing the stubble with nothing short of fondness. She steps closer still, hoping he’ll lean down toward her. ]
Well, I could not do that. I may be cursed, and occasionally unkind, but I am not cruel.
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Well, I could not do that. I may be cursed, and occasionally unkind, but I am not cruel.