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bhediya stalled beneath pygmalion's embrace. unless he moved her, she would remain there, holding steady against his chest. there was a strange sort of calm that overcame her, one that drew from a well she knew would eventually empty.

she counted each beat of his heart. it was okay, bhe whispered — nine, ten, eleven — as she tried to control her own flutter. did you miss me? her voice was soft, fragile, a reflection of her cowering being.