[Wren inhales sharply when she feels the warm wetness, so unlike the cold damp left by the dreams. She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a series of breaths, slowly growing more stable. Finally, reopening her eyes, she does her best to look straight at Robin again without actually letting go of him.]
...I'm sorry, Brother. I... I should be stronger than this.
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...I'm sorry, Brother. I... I should be stronger than this.