[ The feel of the cool metal against her fingers reminds her again of what it represents, and there is momentary sadness that attempts to drag her thoughts back down. All she had here was her faith in God and her own conscience. No family, no kingdom, no future. It changed everything, having said goodbye to all of that long ago.
But she had said goodbye to him, too, even if he hadn't heard her.
Curling her grip around the rosary, Anne snags his fingers along with it, pulling both down to nestle beneath her cloak and against her breast. Lips pursed, she places three kisses against the corner of his mouth, each tinier than the last while she takes a step backward, likewise pulling him with as she doesn't release his hand. ]
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But she had said goodbye to him, too, even if he hadn't heard her.
Curling her grip around the rosary, Anne snags his fingers along with it, pulling both down to nestle beneath her cloak and against her breast. Lips pursed, she places three kisses against the corner of his mouth, each tinier than the last while she takes a step backward, likewise pulling him with as she doesn't release his hand. ]
Talk to me. Then we shall pray.