I do not know what I expected to find. I only had hints of what you hid under your person suit.

[ her gaze does not shift away from his; she only breaks it when she turns to face him directly instead of speaking to a reflection. there, confronted with the hard evidence of the truth, she finds her resolve.

she's holding the rag in one hand, limply resting at her side. she walks over to him leisurely as though exhausted by the events of the day. ]

You once helped me when I asked it of you. That too was a truth that I would not soon forget.