[If she isn't going to call him out on shaking, he won't call her out on crying; Lucretia was never quite as avoidant as him, when it came to emotions, but she was always quiet in her own way, unlike Lup and Magnus who would make it clear when they were hurting or happy or angry or anything in between. He wonders how the rest of them will deal with this, when the truth comes out, but right now it's just him and Lucretia and he doesn't think he can forgive her, for what she's done. It's just that he also doesn't think he can stop loving her, either.
He's not sure how long he stays there, clutching her, but eventually he pulls back a little, enough to tap a finger against her cheek, smiling.]
How hard was it not to laugh when those shitty liches asked for twenty years?
[She's had so much longer than most humans get, after all. He almost wonders if it would've been a relief, to show a little more of her age after being trapped in her twenties for a century.]
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He's not sure how long he stays there, clutching her, but eventually he pulls back a little, enough to tap a finger against her cheek, smiling.]
How hard was it not to laugh when those shitty liches asked for twenty years?
[She's had so much longer than most humans get, after all. He almost wonders if it would've been a relief, to show a little more of her age after being trapped in her twenties for a century.]