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He said a lot, and the tone gave away more than he probably meant. Sanja felt herself deflate almost immediately; she had not realized how badly she wanted what he spoke of — it wasn't something she was actively pursuing either, that she knew of. She had kept herself secluded and on the run throughout her cycle and thought she was free of it. No, she was free of it; she could not sense anything amiss about her body, only that she was desperately lonely and there was a man here who might fill that void that she carried.

That, I want that. She smiled somberly, and nodded. It was hard to quell the instinct within herself to covet his attention, or his closeness, and she only fought against it partway now; letting herself linger close even though he said no, even though she trusted that the window had closed for her this year.

I show you heim? She offered; Or — you tell Sanja, about family? We share. I have... I have daughter, she found herself choking up a bit when she mentions this, and an expression crosses her features that is pinched, painful, a touch nostalgic. She away from heim, now. One day, home again.