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"restoration"
The sight of his face again – his human face – made her cry.
"I'm me again, Fae," he breathed, wonder lighting up his eyes.
Elphaba placed a trembling hand against his cheek. "You always were." She stretched up to nestle her head under his chin. "But I love you."
Fiyero's tears dripped down onto her hair. "I can finally do things for you. I can be what you need."
"No," she looked him in the eye. "Many things will be easier for you now, but man or Scarecrow, you're always what I need. Some things don't need restored, Yero my hero."