so part of you goes everywhere with me. and part of me is yours, forever.

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Four more days.

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[redraw]

Your library, then. Your olive branch. My mind is duly and dutifully pleased, Your Radiance, but

[And that's quite the pregnant but, because here he may or may not be making a mistake--]

my heart was holding out hope for that dance. I'll have to remind it to be patient, and at least a little bit grateful, too.

[wholeness]

[How weak I am, he realizes. It doesn't stop him from saying the things he has said, or from saying what he'll say next.]

We shall dance. I will not strain your heart; you'll not need to hold out much longer. I only need your latest measurements, once you are cleared to be descended upon by the nimblest tailor in Garlemald.

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[The latest... hmm, well...]

Four more days! Might as well be asking a century's century of me...

But seeing as I'm the one who designed these precepts, I suppose I ought to abide by them.

And I suppose I ought to thank you for providing first-rate amenities in a plague ward.