[She lets him pull her in, pressing her face to his chest. It's a lot to take in, on top of everything else. She doesn't want to cry in front of him, but she's got to release this all somehow, so she screams. Low and guttural and muffled unto his clothes, but full-throated and unashamed.]
[It doesn't take long to exhaust herself, and she settles into an apathetic curl against York.]
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[It doesn't take long to exhaust herself, and she settles into an apathetic curl against York.]
I don't want to die, but I can't live like this.