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It was the lack of motion that drew his attention.
Robin sat on the bed, one side of her hair still up, brush clutched in her hands. She stared dejectedly at it and Amon noticed with shock that tears dripped silently from her eyes.
Perhaps I've been pushing her too hard…
He approached and pulled the brush from her fingers – she looked up, eyes jaded and hopeless. Amon sat behind her and clumsily took down the rest of her hair. He gently untangled it and, sweeping half of it over her shoulder, slowly and methodically began brushing it. He did the other side next, and, on impulse, ran his fingers through it.
She leaned back slightly, entire posture changing – he realized this was the most relaxed he had seen her in months.
He shifted to lean against the headboard, puling Robin into his lap and wrapping his arms around her.
What are you doing, Amon?
Her breath caught.
He started to release her. However, when their eyes met, hers were slightly less sorrowful.
"Thank you," she breathed, relaxing against him and closing her eyes.
Amon pressed a kiss to the top of her head, permitting himself a small smile.