[ For her, it feels impossible to imagine how long he's lived, and how removed from the things he shares with her now he is, separated by more centuries than she can fathom. Instead, that slight pang of sadness pierces her chest gently, as, not for the first time, she considers his death, and all the painful things he must have endured before it.
That sadness hangs on the edge of her smile very slightly, because she can't keep it back all the way, nor can she suppress the fondness in her eyes as she leans in to get a better look at his face, seemingly trying to imagine him with two eyes. ]
So you've always been cute. [ It's safer to go for playful than say anything that might make her dwell on heavier thoughts, even flashing him a brief wink before she goes back to her food, her eyes on her plate as she adds– ] Not surprising.
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That sadness hangs on the edge of her smile very slightly, because she can't keep it back all the way, nor can she suppress the fondness in her eyes as she leans in to get a better look at his face, seemingly trying to imagine him with two eyes. ]
So you've always been cute. [ It's safer to go for playful than say anything that might make her dwell on heavier thoughts, even flashing him a brief wink before she goes back to her food, her eyes on her plate as she adds– ] Not surprising.