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βMordred.β a sigh of pure relief and surprise can be heard. The goddess slowly turns to face him, recognition lights up in her gaze.
βIβve not seen you in a while.β Arms extend, welcoming home in her arms.
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Almost like he was a cloud, she leans into him ; gently inhaling his sweet scent. Her arms wove around his waist, swift to hold him close.
Thank you, love. Has she missed anything interesting?
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