[Then his worst fears were realized. What had he left her to? And how can he possibly tell her? He's quiet for a moment, lifting a hand to brush lightly through her hair. When he speaks, his voice is miraculously even, despite the guilt and dread that sit heavily in his heart.]
Would you walk with me? I would welcome news from home, although perhaps not here.
no subject
Would you walk with me? I would welcome news from home, although perhaps not here.
['Welcome' indeed.]