[There are moments of fleeting possibility for Paul where the idea of putting his faith in something seems less impossible. Willow has caught him during one of them. He may not trust the Moon Presence or its fellow Pthumerians, but maybe he can let himself, however briefly and confined, trust Willow's offer.
It's a nice thought. It coaxes a faint smile from him again, along with a nod.]
The same to you, for what it's worth. My room is the one on the left upstairs, if you need anything.
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It's a nice thought. It coaxes a faint smile from him again, along with a nod.]
The same to you, for what it's worth. My room is the one on the left upstairs, if you need anything.