[ He notes the thawing, those subtle changes in the spellwork that indicate it's finally starting to come apart, time unweaving itself.
There's relief, there. They wouldn't have released her unless things had changed. He doesn't pay much attention to the outside world these days, but for once he thinks he can assume the best, or something like it.
Just this once.
But she's not unfrozen yet, so he continues his vigil. Mostly silent, but sometimes he'll speak to her, pulling yet another story from his memory or a lullaby he once used to sing to the children he took care of.
He thinks it's just to keep track of the days, more for his benefit than hers. But he does it anyway, like he's been doing all this time, because he has nowhere else to be and nothing to do, and only one obligation to fulfill. ]
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There's relief, there. They wouldn't have released her unless things had changed. He doesn't pay much attention to the outside world these days, but for once he thinks he can assume the best, or something like it.
Just this once.
But she's not unfrozen yet, so he continues his vigil. Mostly silent, but sometimes he'll speak to her, pulling yet another story from his memory or a lullaby he once used to sing to the children he took care of.
He thinks it's just to keep track of the days, more for his benefit than hers. But he does it anyway, like he's been doing all this time, because he has nowhere else to be and nothing to do, and only one obligation to fulfill. ]