She echoed him, in the Latin, and nuzzled her cheek into his hair and let it stay there.
She had never said those words, she thought, ever. She had said words of a like, words that carried greater meaning than their forms would imply. She had felt such things, so deeply, written on her very bones, but she had never put them to tongue, to lips, to sound and form and words.
She remembered how the queen, how Onnen had warned her. She didn't speak enough. She stared too much, too silent, too knowing, too otherwordly. They all knew she was thinking but none of them knew what. Speak more often, they had warned her, or people will speak for you, make guesses at your thoughts.
"I love you," Hild said again, and tightened the circle of her arms around him gently. She would not have him ever doubt and have those doubts speak for her.
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She had never said those words, she thought, ever. She had said words of a like, words that carried greater meaning than their forms would imply. She had felt such things, so deeply, written on her very bones, but she had never put them to tongue, to lips, to sound and form and words.
She remembered how the queen, how Onnen had warned her. She didn't speak enough. She stared too much, too silent, too knowing, too otherwordly. They all knew she was thinking but none of them knew what. Speak more often, they had warned her, or people will speak for you, make guesses at your thoughts.
"I love you," Hild said again, and tightened the circle of her arms around him gently. She would not have him ever doubt and have those doubts speak for her.