[She wishes she could do something for him in return. Really, she wishes she could take his pain away, but she's realistic: she knows it can't be done. That if it could, Sazed would have done it.]
[It would be easy, automatic, to argue with him. That she doesn't deserve nice things just for doing what felt like the right thing - what, more often than not, was the wrongest thing she could have done. But something that sounds like Elend speaks up at the back of her mind: he never said because anything. He just said she deserves.]
[Maybe she does, just because.]
[She rubs her thumb along the fabric.]
I've missed it. A lot. I could have found dresses somewhere, but it seemed like such a little thing . . .
[She misses so much. So much. Looking up at Marsh with a very small, watery smile, she pulls the dress to her chest like a child seeking comfort.]
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[It would be easy, automatic, to argue with him. That she doesn't deserve nice things just for doing what felt like the right thing - what, more often than not, was the wrongest thing she could have done. But something that sounds like Elend speaks up at the back of her mind: he never said because anything. He just said she deserves.]
[Maybe she does, just because.]
[She rubs her thumb along the fabric.]
I've missed it. A lot. I could have found dresses somewhere, but it seemed like such a little thing . . .
[She misses so much. So much. Looking up at Marsh with a very small, watery smile, she pulls the dress to her chest like a child seeking comfort.]
Do you have a favorite flower?