[ He seems to take some measure of comfort in seeing her; he ducks his head just once, mouth twitching before he speaks, his voice quiet but still distinguishable. ]
I don't, [ he says, only now meeting Phillipa's gaze. ] But I don't know ā what's actually going to happen.
You don't, [ she repeats and then nods, as if understanding. It was a commonality between them, their inability to wrangle complete control over their lives, and whose fault was that? Not theirs, surely.
With a hand, she touches his elbow. ] She wouldn't be that cruel. She knows what you need.
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Do you plan on being out long, Francis?
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I don't, [ he says, only now meeting Phillipa's gaze. ] But I don't know ā what's actually going to happen.
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With a hand, she touches his elbow. ] She wouldn't be that cruel. She knows what you need.