(She wraps her arms tight around Beverly's midriff and the two of them stand there for a long moment, until Lucretia feels like she can bear to let go. She brushes Beverly's hair back from her face, gives her an automatic glance over for any injuries but she seems fine. Good.)
That was scary, (she admits,) I'm... too used to thinking that death isn't permanent.
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That was scary, (she admits,) I'm... too used to thinking that death isn't permanent.