She sunk down into his bunk and led him down. River helped lay him out on his bed. Any other time, she would be excitable to see him without his shirt. But in this case...she ran her fingers delicately over the wounds, as if she could simply smooth the hurt and pain away.
"Your plans tend to not," she agreed. "But we have faith in you. We go anyway."
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"Your plans tend to not," she agreed. "But we have faith in you. We go anyway."