[She couldn't even remember the last time they had contact like this, aside from the care she gave at his bedside which hardly was the same. He hadn't... initiated, in all the time the other her had known him, and her memories hadn't covered that. They hadn't covered much of anything besides a vague sense of longing that she couldn't quite understand, haunting her like nasty puzzle pieces when things were too quiet and the empire was falling apart, and work--
But strangely, in this instant, all of that didn't seem to matter. The air was warm. Zarkon was warm. The rest of her hood slipped back, as she found herself leaning into his embrace, dazed, but... he had said it, a name she hadn't heard from him directly save from that memory, and that... longing.]
Husband... [It's a murmur, her voice softer, losing that rasp.] You came for me.
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But strangely, in this instant, all of that didn't seem to matter. The air was warm. Zarkon was warm. The rest of her hood slipped back, as she found herself leaning into his embrace, dazed, but... he had said it, a name she hadn't heard from him directly save from that memory, and that... longing.]
Husband... [It's a murmur, her voice softer, losing that rasp.] You came for me.