[ She swallows back the slight licks of impatience as always, sublimates her grief, and just focuses on giving a graceful nod to reinforce Zixuan's request.
Unconsciously, she curls her fingers more securely around her son's. His skin has lost the softness of infancy, of course; she can feel calluses from sword and bow instead. The strange grief rises again, and she tugs at him without thinking. ]
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Unconsciously, she curls her fingers more securely around her son's. His skin has lost the softness of infancy, of course; she can feel calluses from sword and bow instead. The strange grief rises again, and she tugs at him without thinking. ]