[The little fae watches him anxiously, fingers interlaced so that she won't do anything she'll regret. When he pronounces it safe, something in her releases. She straightens subtly, the sorrow tempering to grief past and joy remembered. She takes it back gratefully, wrapping it about her hand with the brooch in her palm, and then darts in to hug her Captain hard about the waist.]
I'm really glad you came. I'll make it up to you somehow.
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I'm really glad you came. I'll make it up to you somehow.