“I am now,” Combeferre murmured, though guilt flashed through him even as he spoke. Sybil had been once again torn from her home, and while she seemed at least as relieved as he was to have returned to Darrow, could he in good conscience celebrate? “And you?” he asked gently, searching her face for some sign of how to proceed. Was she glad to be back? Heartbroken? Uncertain?
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Date: 2014-08-03 04:00 am (UTC)