It actually feels good, after all this time, that they still connect on the same level; still thinking a little too similarly for it to be coincidence. She echoes his laugh with a smile, before letting her hand drop from his cheek—though she clasps his hand between hers for another moment longer before turning to start walking again.
"Quite right, ma chere. Always ready with a word of wisdom, aren't you?"
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"Quite right, ma chere. Always ready with a word of wisdom, aren't you?"