[ Even as she says his name, he keeps her wrapped up in his arms, one hand coming up to gently comb his fingers through her hair. Anything to drive away whatever may be causing her to tremble. More of his native tongue slips from his mouth, quiet assurances, among whispers of her name and that word again and again- querida. ]
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[ Even as she says his name, he keeps her wrapped up in his arms, one hand coming up to gently comb his fingers through her hair. Anything to drive away whatever may be causing her to tremble. More of his native tongue slips from his mouth, quiet assurances, among whispers of her name and that word again and again- querida. ]