[ Riza goes stiff and tense as Roy's fingers brush her face. Not because it's unpleasant. It's because she had not expected the gesture so openly, not considered he would react so strongly to something she had thought a self-evident truth. She wants nothing more than to lean into his touch. She does, for a brief moment. He is cold, and she wants to warm him--but she needs to contain herself. ]
I'll do my best, colonel.
[ She says it quietly, her eyes focused intently on his. ]
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I'll do my best, colonel.
[ She says it quietly, her eyes focused intently on his. ]
No. You shouldn't have.