[ As Maya takes her hand, Peregrine's mind supplies a dangerous hiss. I shouldn't trust her. Maybe. Maybe that's true. But even though her heart aches, the touch still comforts her as well.
She used her. But she's still Maya. Just like Howl is (...was) still Howl.
Peregrine moves her other hand on top of Maya's. She grips them both tight. ]
You have to be telling me the truth this time. [ It's soft, dire, and almost apologetic. Almost. ] I don't— I don't know if... This was already too much.
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She used her. But she's still Maya. Just like Howl is (...was) still Howl.
Peregrine moves her other hand on top of Maya's. She grips them both tight. ]
You have to be telling me the truth this time. [ It's soft, dire, and almost apologetic. Almost. ] I don't— I don't know if... This was already too much.