[ Davina can hear him even before he enters her room, but she doesn't move, not even when he sighs. The only thing that garners a reaction from her is when he speaks. The once-witch lifts her head to look up at him, upset still written clearly across her features.
Eyebrows tug together not in anger but in sadness as she attempts to hold back the tears that were trying to wash over her. ]
I can't feel it anymore. I can't feel any of it. [ Of course she knows why, she should be dead, properly dead.
She's glad he's returned, having wondered if he indeed would after a while. He gives her something to focus on other than the pain, other than the sadness. ]
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Eyebrows tug together not in anger but in sadness as she attempts to hold back the tears that were trying to wash over her. ]
I can't feel it anymore. I can't feel any of it. [ Of course she knows why, she should be dead, properly dead.
She's glad he's returned, having wondered if he indeed would after a while. He gives her something to focus on other than the pain, other than the sadness. ]