:Oh.: The word is like a breath, even if Palamedes isn’t actually breathing. Every day, he thinks his lucky stars that he has both life and Camilla Hect, and every day, he mourns the things he has lost and might never get back. That includes seeing Camilla’s face, the way she quirks an eyebrow when he’s said something stupid, or rocks up on her toes when she’s thinking. Joined like this, they are always together and moments apart, and he hates it more than he has a right to.

:I would like that. I would like that very much. Creating this...bridge, it won't hurt you?: