[ There's nothing about her torturers' demise that comforts him either. In an abstract sense, Howl understands that they likely deserved it, but it paints the incident as a wholly miserable one.
Howl reaches across her body with his other arm and pulls her against his chest. He doesn't know if this will help, but he wants her to stop that awful shrill fake laugh. ]
...You're right, it's in the past for us both. Tonight is for us.
[ She's keeping her antlers neatly manicured these days - a little shorter so they don't bash people in the face - and so she turns and buries her head against his chest as he pulls her in. It's stupid and ridiculous, but she takes comfort from the physicality of it. But she's never needed comfort before she came here.
Not really. ]
Yes. Yes it is.
[ Her voice is muffled by his shirt. ]
Just - let me sit like this for a moment. You're warm.
[ Definitely not because she's trying to squeeze back tears. Definitely not because those memories are awful. Nope. She's fine and she'll always be fine. ]
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Howl reaches across her body with his other arm and pulls her against his chest. He doesn't know if this will help, but he wants her to stop that awful shrill fake laugh. ]
...You're right, it's in the past for us both. Tonight is for us.
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Not really. ]
Yes. Yes it is.
[ Her voice is muffled by his shirt. ]
Just - let me sit like this for a moment. You're warm.
[ Definitely not because she's trying to squeeze back tears. Definitely not because those memories are awful. Nope. She's fine and she'll always be fine. ]