[She's plenty alright with that. Plenty. And when the painful sobs reside and she finally feels entirely exhausted, she curls up more and starts to drift off, like a small bird in the hollow of a tree. While the red leaves her face, her brow twitches, like she's trying to come back out of it, mumbling low and blearily into his shirt.]
I wish you were here... papa...
[He'd know what to do... He always knows...
And then she's settled, sleeping, giving in to the overwhelming weariness.]
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I wish you were here... papa...
[He'd know what to do... He always knows...
And then she's settled, sleeping, giving in to the overwhelming weariness.]