[ Her arms will find nothing but the cool, smooth surface of his armor for which to embrace. For all of the magic that may keep his form intact and animated, the armored suit is no different from any shield or sword, incapable of returning warmth. She will find, however, that his chestplate rises and falls with a subtle, phantom breath, as if someone intangible truly resides within.
But his hand, idle at his side until now, rises. Slowly, it comes down upon the top of her head. The full, cumbersome weight of it, she will never know, for the touch is respectfully gentle. ]
The day you grant repose to your mother's soul within your memories.... [ His hand falls away from her, and he left looking down at the top of her head. ] We look forward to it.
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But his hand, idle at his side until now, rises. Slowly, it comes down upon the top of her head. The full, cumbersome weight of it, she will never know, for the touch is respectfully gentle. ]
The day you grant repose to your mother's soul within your memories.... [ His hand falls away from her, and he left looking down at the top of her head. ] We look forward to it.