He's not trying to shoo her away, as far as she can tell. It's more that she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't have seen what she did, reflections on a broken mirror. His heart remembers the terror of that day and it reflects on the Fade, but she can smooth the edges, shield him from the vast, terrifying unknown around them.
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He's not trying to shoo her away, as far as she can tell. It's more that she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't have seen what she did, reflections on a broken mirror. His heart remembers the terror of that day and it reflects on the Fade, but she can smooth the edges, shield him from the vast, terrifying unknown around them.
Her brow furrows delicately.
"I wanted to help."