[ she does not say anything further. barely so much as moves, once she settles. the image of his back is what she remembers, when she closes his eyes - him, turning away from her. him, leaving her behind. and perhaps there is so much more to the story that she does not remember, and maybe she never will. yennefer accepts this sort of finality with very little concern, because in the end, she finds it does not matter. she will leave this place, and the last thing she will remember is his back.
some part of her thinks that maybe, perhaps, that is better. that he is here, physically here, when she closes her eyes. she does not know why it would be that way, and isn't exactly sure she cares.
gwiazda lets out a huff of a breath, final and somehow annoyed, and yennefer feels a smile tug at the corners of her lips. feels similarly, as she runs her hand across his fur, and closes her eyes. he can probably hear her breathing, can probably feel her and the wolf's weight on the bed.
( she can feel his, still sitting at the edge of the mattress, close enough to touch if she did want to reach out to him. she does not. )
he can, until he doesn't, but even that - somehow - feels familiar. ]
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some part of her thinks that maybe, perhaps, that is better. that he is here, physically here, when she closes her eyes. she does not know why it would be that way, and isn't exactly sure she cares.
gwiazda lets out a huff of a breath, final and somehow annoyed, and yennefer feels a smile tug at the corners of her lips. feels similarly, as she runs her hand across his fur, and closes her eyes. he can probably hear her breathing, can probably feel her and the wolf's weight on the bed.
( she can feel his, still sitting at the edge of the mattress, close enough to touch if she did want to reach out to him. she does not. )
he can, until he doesn't, but even that - somehow - feels familiar. ]