[. . . so this is her body, right? the one slumbering within the wisteria tree? not the illusion that had graced their presence for four weeks. it's her. which means. . . her wish. . .]
[with a deep inhale, he reaches out to lay a hand against the one on his shoulder, his concern melting into a bright, earnest smile]
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[. . . so this is her body, right? the one slumbering within the wisteria tree? not the illusion that had graced their presence for four weeks. it's her. which means. . . her wish. . .]
[with a deep inhale, he reaches out to lay a hand against the one on his shoulder, his concern melting into a bright, earnest smile]
So this-- this was it? Your wish?