[He looks at her with something between bemusement and sympathy, brushing aside a strand of red hair on his way to reach for a bone.
He withdraws his hand almost immediately; his fingertips had begun to shrivel, as though aging very rapidly, when he came in contact with the ward. The skin plumps and recovers with the regained distance.]
I'm not... because the worst thing I can think of is not knowing.
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He withdraws his hand almost immediately; his fingertips had begun to shrivel, as though aging very rapidly, when he came in contact with the ward. The skin plumps and recovers with the regained distance.]
I'm not... because the worst thing I can think of is not knowing.