[Maya doesn't fight it. Couldn't even if she wanted to. Instead, she tucks beneath Peregrine's chin. A few more tears streak down her cheeks, silent as can be. Her throat feels tight and hot. It feels so hard to breathe, and when she even tries, it shakes.]
Please. [Peregrine is already on board, but... Maya can't help but say it. She has to say something to acknowledge Peregrine's effort.]
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Please. [Peregrine is already on board, but... Maya can't help but say it. She has to say something to acknowledge Peregrine's effort.]
And. Thank you.