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1. Forehead
“You’ve done much.” His hands rested lightly on her shoulders, words so honest-- so honest it was almost hard to believe. “But you are only one woman, my friend. All these burdens cannot be expected to be shouldered by you alone, though you may think them yours and only yours to bear.”
He knew so little of her, in actuality. What she had done. What had been done to her. Still. While he knew their situations were centuries and miles apart, Solaire was so very well aware that no warrior walked without worries. Ones he’d be glad to share, to ease, if only by little.
The knight brushed aside Samus’ hair to press his chapped lips to her forehead, a light exhale playing across her skin. “Please. Care for yourself, Samus. Do not let yourself waste away to these things.”
