[How much she wishes that she had an actual answer for that question. Something that might actually help. But she can't think of anything. For all she's survived a war, for all she's nearly made it two years since, she doesn't know how she's dealt with it. How she's kept surviving. Especially when she had tried to kill herself so shortly after. And tried to do so again less than a year ago.
Her hand squeezes his at the memory, needing to hold tight to someone. To remind herself that she is still alive. Alive and well and, surprisingly, thriving.]
I have people like you.
[She smiles a little shyly. It's true. She has Zevran. She has Richard and Prim. Teddy. Would she have made it this long without them?]
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Her hand squeezes his at the memory, needing to hold tight to someone. To remind herself that she is still alive. Alive and well and, surprisingly, thriving.]
I have people like you.
[She smiles a little shyly. It's true. She has Zevran. She has Richard and Prim. Teddy. Would she have made it this long without them?]