[She's gentle through all of the rinsing, cleaning, and bandaging it up, wrapping a long, torn strip of red cloth from her robe to keep it safe until they can get some proper ones. And once he's finished with her hand, she finally moves towards him, tentatively lifts herself up on her tiptoes, and pulls him down to meet her the rest of the way for a kiss.
A real kiss this time, she hopes, without the fighting, the struggling, the sadness, or the guilt.]
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A real kiss this time, she hopes, without the fighting, the struggling, the sadness, or the guilt.]