[ It's the solemnity with which he addresses the setting, and the way she can imagine her father's eyes crinkle with gentle amusement, and the last time she'd met those eyes--
It's far too soon, too sudden, and as something like agonizing grief grips her throat, she blinks back tears and stares fixedly at the floor. Calm. She has to retain her composure. She has to. ]
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It's far too soon, too sudden, and as something like agonizing grief grips her throat, she blinks back tears and stares fixedly at the floor. Calm. She has to retain her composure. She has to. ]