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was that recognition? ah, but there was no time to think of it, nevermind wonder!

deirdre watched as he rose, but remained unconvinced; it showed, though not unkindly. her eyes were not full of pity, but concern for his life. she did not think him a fool; all men and women were not so aware of their mortality until that final breath, when it was all they could be aware of! not even deirdre knew of this, but there was that horrific sense of it, and wanting to keep others away from the nightmare brought to life--or, death.

he gestured at the bowl, and she complied. knowing his state, he would not be able to get too far from her even if he did try to escape. still, she said, please do not go, and went to do as he had asked of her. she would let him make his case, and if it did not go well, she would continue to make hers. she was not an unfair girl, and if perhaps he made some miraculous recovery within the next odd hours, what could she do but agree with him? unlikely though it was, deirdre knew of miracles, and, more than that, believed in them. she returned to him in no time, again, with the water, her eyes searching for his form.