[Oh, that is - that does something; pulls at strings inside her, and she thinks it must be genuine, remembers what Luke said, and even without what Luke said, she still feels the tug.
She leans over him, not touching but being there. Being Sif. Her hair might slip over her shoulder and whisper over his back, but that is not because she is curled over him protectively. Of course not.]
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She leans over him, not touching but being there. Being Sif. Her hair might slip over her shoulder and whisper over his back, but that is not because she is curled over him protectively. Of course not.]
You should challenge it later.