"Won't let you freeze to death." Her words didn't slur, because even in such moments they rarely did. But her thoughts had become liquid, slipping through the iron grip of her control and her thoughts were softer, warmer, truer than the words she ordinarily used to give them voice, and as she dropped off into sleep, three more words slipped out.
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Date: 2018-09-14 06:16 am (UTC)"I promise, love."