[She breathes in his scent like it's calming, grounding her in a way she wasn't sure could be possible. Arthur is always gentle with her, like she's something delicate to protect and keep safe and usually she would tease him for it, cajole him, but right now, feeling as uncared for as she does, his touch feels beautiful.]
I hate to be impinging on you, mon amie. I should go home, get out of your hair.
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I hate to be impinging on you, mon amie. I should go home, get out of your hair.