[She lets him, goes right along with it. There weren't many places she'd go in Luceti -- or back in their world, for that matter -- when she was weary and hurting. (And confused. She had to face that: she was confused and anxious, too.)
Here was the first place she'd come, for one reason.
She trusts him.
So she sits. Waits for what he'll do next. As for her? She doesn't even know. Maybe she just needs a place to sit for a moment.]
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Here was the first place she'd come, for one reason.
She trusts him.
So she sits. Waits for what he'll do next. As for her? She doesn't even know. Maybe she just needs a place to sit for a moment.]