[She lets herself lean against him, her shoulders slumping slightly as her arms finally uncurl from around her knees, letting her feet drop to the floor. She feels tired and spent, from far more than just the day's endeavors. Her eyes are shadowed but she manages to give him a small smile. Genuine. Because he, at least, is something she can smile about, as bruised as she feels otherwise.]
I know you are. It will be fine. It may even be good.
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[She lets herself lean against him, her shoulders slumping slightly as her arms finally uncurl from around her knees, letting her feet drop to the floor. She feels tired and spent, from far more than just the day's endeavors. Her eyes are shadowed but she manages to give him a small smile. Genuine. Because he, at least, is something she can smile about, as bruised as she feels otherwise.]
I know you are. It will be fine. It may even be good.