[it's the cross that gives him away. A closer look would reveal familiar bone structure, familiar shapes not quite grown out but still recognizable, but that cross tells her first.
She watches him soldier on with a strength that's obviously pure determination, before hopping down the tree she'd climbed in to draw. Her shoes were abandoned at the base of the trunk, the journal set down beside them, before she approached.]
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She watches him soldier on with a strength that's obviously pure determination, before hopping down the tree she'd climbed in to draw. Her shoes were abandoned at the base of the trunk, the journal set down beside them, before she approached.]
That's a lot to be carrying.