[He moves slow at first, as though half expecting not to be true. Pounce is carefully removed from him as he sits up, still staring at Riona. Caution was in his face, as though trying desperately not to hope. It felt similar to that moment in the rain, the Templar and death or the Wardens and hope, all held in the palm of her hand.]
..Just like that? You're not...[No, she wouldn't mess with him, not about this.]
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..Just like that? You're not...[No, she wouldn't mess with him, not about this.]
Where are you?