[Such a kindness should not sound so much like grief. It is a strange thing to feel envy for himself, for a part of him that was here when she had need of him. To blame a man that he was not nor could not be simply for a lack of memory for putting that tone into her voice. Had he the power he would do anything in the nine realms to keep her from ever sounding so soft and sad ever again.
All he can do, all that he does, is find the required clothing and make his way to the building where she has woken.]
I am on my way, Jane.
[It does not take long and he is not so much a coward that he would dawdle for not having words enough to express how glad he is to know she is here, how sorry he is for having forgotten this place and her with it, nor his shame at being unable to fulfill his word as given. He has no words, only clothing and a brightening smile when he finds her.
There was something important he was to say, he's certain. He cannot remember.]
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All he can do, all that he does, is find the required clothing and make his way to the building where she has woken.]
I am on my way, Jane.
[It does not take long and he is not so much a coward that he would dawdle for not having words enough to express how glad he is to know she is here, how sorry he is for having forgotten this place and her with it, nor his shame at being unable to fulfill his word as given. He has no words, only clothing and a brightening smile when he finds her.
There was something important he was to say, he's certain. He cannot remember.]
Your clothing.