[It's obvious even as she says that, there's hesitation and a slight quiver in her voice. She doesn't truly believe she will make it. After all, since that night of the betrothal feast, to her he has been carrying her weight. Maybe not physically, as he refused, but in every way that matters.
Now? Now she doesn't know if she can stand on her own... but if she ever does return, she has a future without him to look forward to. It's her last chance.]
Please come to me when you return. Do you know when that will be?
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[It's obvious even as she says that, there's hesitation and a slight quiver in her voice. She doesn't truly believe she will make it. After all, since that night of the betrothal feast, to her he has been carrying her weight. Maybe not physically, as he refused, but in every way that matters.
Now? Now she doesn't know if she can stand on her own... but if she ever does return, she has a future without him to look forward to. It's her last chance.]
Please come to me when you return. Do you know when that will be?