[She doesn’t reply at first. That day in the Vale wasn’t so long ago and yet Amelia realizes that her memory of their voice felt faint. The words, she could remember, but the past was ebbing away from her in ways she wasn’t prepared for.]
… Gale.
[Amelia slowly lifts herself up and pulls away from Gale, but not without letting her hands move to intertwine with his fingers. Her eyes don’t meet his, but instead focuses on his palms.]
What did you think about that voice you heard back there? About what he said?
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… Gale.
[Amelia slowly lifts herself up and pulls away from Gale, but not without letting her hands move to intertwine with his fingers. Her eyes don’t meet his, but instead focuses on his palms.]
What did you think about that voice you heard back there? About what he said?