[There's a catch in Myr's breathing to hear those two words. He lifts his hands to cup L's face; lifts his head to kiss his Witch's forehead, then the bridge of his nose. (The temptation quivers in him to go further than that; he is a Faun... but it would be cruel to both of them.)]
Call me, then. When you wake--when you're ready. I'll come.
[And bring food, and a wormipede, and all his presence that he's aware...might be a little much, in the wake of all this.
But he can bide, trusting that he's wanted. He can leave space no matter how much he wants to cling, in the aftermath of separation.]
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Call me, then. When you wake--when you're ready. I'll come.
[And bring food, and a wormipede, and all his presence that he's aware...might be a little much, in the wake of all this.
But he can bide, trusting that he's wanted. He can leave space no matter how much he wants to cling, in the aftermath of separation.]