[ Right. She shakes herself a bit, trying to pull herself together when he turns his back, and quickly dries off and pulls on the clothes she'd set aside. Like Rick's, they're far newer and cleaner than anything she'd had back home.
Once she's decent, wet hair up and out of the way, she gently touches his arm, leading the way out of the bathroom to try to find a place to sit. ]
Seven...eight years?
[ It's hard to even say for certain; so much is just a blur. She shakes her head. ]
I thought...
[ That I'd never see you again, she doesn't finish. ]
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Once she's decent, wet hair up and out of the way, she gently touches his arm, leading the way out of the bathroom to try to find a place to sit. ]
Seven...eight years?
[ It's hard to even say for certain; so much is just a blur. She shakes her head. ]
I thought...
[ That I'd never see you again, she doesn't finish. ]