Being placed direct in his shoes makes all the difference. Rosamund comes out shivering, pale, gulping back her own nausea. The echoes of his grief prick her skin. They rend her heart, push new tears down her face.
She looks to him, clutching at her own chest in horror. Not a word comes out of her mouth.]
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Being placed direct in his shoes makes all the difference. Rosamund comes out shivering, pale, gulping back her own nausea. The echoes of his grief prick her skin. They rend her heart, push new tears down her face.
She looks to him, clutching at her own chest in horror. Not a word comes out of her mouth.]