[ Alistair nods, waving a hand a little dismissively at the first part—really believing his mother's death was his fault was never part of his personal angst package. Just Goldanna's. (If they have to blame anyone, he'd blame Maric.) The rest of it makes him smile, though. ]
Much. And less shrill.
[ He shifts down to put his chin on her shoulder. ]
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Much. And less shrill.
[ He shifts down to put his chin on her shoulder. ]
Tell me another.