[She looks up from where she'd been staring down at her bare feet, toes curling against the wet ground, raw surprise on her face for a moment. If she didn't know better, she'd almost say he was...comforting her? Maybe?
Saxsice twists her fingers together, another uncharacteristically anxious gesture.] Do you...really believe that? That time isn't passin'? We aren't...bein' missed?
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Saxsice twists her fingers together, another uncharacteristically anxious gesture.] Do you...really believe that? That time isn't passin'? We aren't...bein' missed?