[ He's stepping around the counter to offer her a hug, and she accepts it gratefully, arming going around him in turn. For all but a few moments, she simply holds him as such, wanting and hoping that the embrace will offer some sort of comfort and support to him as much as it may have been meant for her...
She pulls back only enough to elevate her gaze, looking at him and taking in all the added creases at the corners of his eyes, the worry lines on his forehead, the grey speckling his hair.
He's aged, and his eyes are tired, sad.
Why must mortals be... mortal like so, taxed by the passing of time? ]
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[ He's stepping around the counter to offer her a hug, and she accepts it gratefully, arming going around him in turn. For all but a few moments, she simply holds him as such, wanting and hoping that the embrace will offer some sort of comfort and support to him as much as it may have been meant for her...
She pulls back only enough to elevate her gaze, looking at him and taking in all the added creases at the corners of his eyes, the worry lines on his forehead, the grey speckling his hair.
He's aged, and his eyes are tired, sad.
Why must mortals be... mortal like so, taxed by the passing of time? ]
....How are you feeling?