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[le_desirous]

Sagramore is having a very bad week. He hasn't been feeling well, and then there's the case of Helen--given how much he adores her, let alone the importance of her as perhaps his one friend he wasn't sleeping with, he's not feeling very optimistic right now

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[youngandhealthy]

Molly is in a contrarily good mood, given the return of Tom, among other things. But when she sees Sagarmore, she goes to him, all concern. "Sir? Y'are not ill again?"

[youngandhealthy]

She moves to the bench, but lets the kiss end soon enough. "Would ye like company, or rather be alone?" she asks, softly.

[le_desirous]

"I'd like your company." Sagramore brushes her shoulder with one hand. "I would. I'm sorry."

[youngandhealthy]

"Nay, no need for that." She covers his hand with hers. "I'm happy t'stay."

[le_desirous]

"My dear one. Thank you for having stayed by me so long."

[youngandhealthy]

"Sir," almost chiding. "Take more than that t'lose me."

[le_desirous]

For answer he kisses her.

[youngandhealthy]

She returns it, warm and full. Her hand goes to his side, lightly.

[le_desirous]

"Szeretlek," he half-murmurs, pulling her closer, a little more fierce.

[youngandhealthy]

"Which is that?" she murmurs, lips against his cheek.

[le_desirous]

"I love you," softly.

[youngandhealthy]

She presses a kiss there. "Good sir. I'd not see thee grieved for the world."

[le_desirous]

"Come here. Come here now."

[youngandhealthy]

She obliges, pressing close.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore buries his face in her shoulder, but at the same time touches her very tenderly.

[youngandhealthy]

She lets him, holding him close and comfortingly.