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Uploaded At Jan 22, 2024 ^^
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Top Comments of this video!! :3
Rosamund, wounded, assessed her damage (ow!), Leo's damage (negligible), and then asked Leo for help in guarding what was most important to her. The guards are perfectly competent, but it's Leo she trusts.
Leo, possibly stunned, takes stock of Rosamund and chooses to set her mind at ease about her children's safety. There are guards about, her physical safety is assured.
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Not sure why I couldn't leave a comment with your Sherlock post, but I wanted to offer my comfort to you and your family, particularly your child(ren), as I suspect this is the first pet they've had to say goodby to. At least he passed on while his family was with him, and at 15 I'm sure he had a full life. I'm sure you're more familiar with The Parting Glass than I am; I've found the High Kings' performance to be particularly comforting.
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@JillBearup
1 year ago
I promised you an excerpt today (it's a short one though, there's a longer one tomorrow):
Abruptly reminded that she hadn’t been the only one in the fight, she turned to Leo, who hovered anxiously at her side. ‘I’m sorry, Capt — my lord, are you all right?’ She was starting to shiver. That wasn’t helpful. She felt the guards’ grip on her arms tighten.
‘Yes, my lady, thanks to you.’ His eyes raked up and down her, panic bubbling under the surface of his expression. Rosamund was suddenly acutely conscious of how she must look. They stared at each other a moment longer, and then, very carefully, Leo said, ‘Would you like some help?’
The response was automatic. ‘I . . .’ I’m fine. Maybe, she thought, shivering and bleeding outside her children’s room in the dark of the night, I am not, in fact, fine. ‘Yes, please.’
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