[She watched him through eyes that were far, far too old for her youthful face. Trust wasn't something she gave out lightly, no. But the look in Barnaby's eye? That...childlike, plaintive desire for...something? That called to mind a thousand images of days long past. Days that weren't real, but that she desperately wanted to be.
With a grimace and a little gasp of pain, she pushed herself more upright, arms outstretched. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, practically screaming in frustration that she couldn't get up and give him what she felt he needed.
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With a grimace and a little gasp of pain, she pushed herself more upright, arms outstretched. Her eyes shone with unshed tears, practically screaming in frustration that she couldn't get up and give him what she felt he needed.
But she does nod. And finally manages words.]
I'm sure.