[ He rubs his thumb over her knuckles, glad to have wrung out a small smile. Sadness don't rightly suit her. Not at all. ]
See? You're a big damn hero's what you are. They're gonna sing songs and tell tales of you. Merrill, the Savior of Griffons. Slayer of Foes, Righter of Wrongs.
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[ He rubs his thumb over her knuckles, glad to have wrung out a small smile. Sadness don't rightly suit her. Not at all. ]
See? You're a big damn hero's what you are. They're gonna sing songs and tell tales of you. Merrill, the Savior of Griffons. Slayer of Foes, Righter of Wrongs.