[Henry opens his eyes again. He did not know that she was dead in her world. How one comes to terms with that is difficult to imagine. But then, he is very much bound to his land.]
That would explain your mirror.
[Henry looks at her hand on his wrist, then turns his head to watch her on his shoulder.]
Is it? [He asks with a measure of hesitation, somewhat dubious, and concerned that this is all she has.] Feel this like a home to you?
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[Henry opens his eyes again. He did not know that she was dead in her world. How one comes to terms with that is difficult to imagine. But then, he is very much bound to his land.]
That would explain your mirror.
[Henry looks at her hand on his wrist, then turns his head to watch her on his shoulder.]
Is it? [He asks with a measure of hesitation, somewhat dubious, and concerned that this is all she has.] Feel this like a home to you?