[She's gone. She's left him again. Her blood, no longer flowing, is starting to cool and stiffen in his clothes.
Bereft, the last of Yuan's control breaks. Clinging to Martel's body, fingers running through her hair over and over, all he can do is weep quietly, broken sobs shaking his whole form as he gives up even the pretense of holding them back.]
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Bereft, the last of Yuan's control breaks. Clinging to Martel's body, fingers running through her hair over and over, all he can do is weep quietly, broken sobs shaking his whole form as he gives up even the pretense of holding them back.]