(She does notice, but doesn't say, because she's too busy being surprised that he's hugging her at all. She closes her eyes tight, staff lowered down by her side as she returns the embrace with one arm. How long has it been since she's been held by– by anybody, let alone one of her oldest, and dearest friends?
He must be able to tell that she's crying again, but she doesn't care this time. It's less to do with being sad and more to do with being so tired of it all, like all her exhaustion has nowhere else to go except to leak out of her like this.
If she ever returns to Faerun, she's going back to stoically keeping her distance, to pretending she doesn't know any of them. She wishes, again, that she didn't have to.)
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He must be able to tell that she's crying again, but she doesn't care this time. It's less to do with being sad and more to do with being so tired of it all, like all her exhaustion has nowhere else to go except to leak out of her like this.
If she ever returns to Faerun, she's going back to stoically keeping her distance, to pretending she doesn't know any of them. She wishes, again, that she didn't have to.)