... That makes sense. You remember yourself, and all.

[ her eyes crinkle at the edges and she grips the blanket a moment before turning her hand over. something of an offer, of contact. ]

Will you always bring me back? Not just from "corroding" as yours call it, but... things like this, too.

[ ...

can... is she allowed to ask that much of him? no, she is, she would of any friend, even if she's still aching for more. ]