[It should, he thinks, take more effort to reach out his hand to her, to lay it on her shoulder, to squeeze, to reassure. It should be harder to be good to her, because she look exactly the same as his mother, but she is so impossibly different that Cassel thinks he might die from it.]
[He loves her. She's family. She will leave soon, and he will love her all the same.]
[Sitting up, he leans against her shoulder and wraps his arm around her waist, a half-hug from equal to equal, cousin to cousin. Between family.]
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[He loves her. She's family. She will leave soon, and he will love her all the same.]
[Sitting up, he leans against her shoulder and wraps his arm around her waist, a half-hug from equal to equal, cousin to cousin. Between family.]