She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a person all of one's love when one's nose was broken.
Kristin CashoreHelda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself." "My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.
Kristin CashoreThere was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behindโฆ She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. โDonโt be ashamed,' Po whispered. โYour sadness is dear to me. Donโt be frightened. I wonโt die, Katsa. I wonโt die, and weโll meet again.
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