(Wisdom has little to do with it. She hadn't been sure how Lucretia would respond, all she knew is that she would never forgive herself if one of them had died and she'd never let those three words pass her lips. Now that they've been said, her eyes well with tears, joy and relief mingled together.
She leans forward to press her forehead gently against Lucretia's.}
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She leans forward to press her forehead gently against Lucretia's.}
You didn't mean to. You were only protecting me.