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He returns her kiss, and, feeling the collapse of her body against his, shifts his arms that he might support her. Holding her against him with his right arm, he runs his left hand along the side of her face allowing his touch to linger at the place curve where her cheek and neck meet. With his remaining strength he lifts her and moves to her bedroll where he gently settles her. Seeing the cuts on her arms and legs he exhales sharply. “Sof’ya,” he says, “that was foolish, very foolish.” He closes her lips with his own and then, finding her hands, repeats himself, “Yes, foolish indeed. And I love you all the more for it.” She begins to move and he stills her, “Lie still for now and allow me to see to you.”
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