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[ She's fully prepared for him to stride out of her life as suddenly as he entered it, but when he asks her a baffling question instead, she looks up at him with budding confusion, probably the furthest from active misery she's been since last night. She thinks he must be asking if she wants to stay in the church; the thought of leaving the village entirely isn't even a speck of possibility in her mind. ]

I don't want to go outside. But maybe when everyone is done celebrating...

[ They'll go back to acting normal eventually... right? Of course they will. She shakes her head yet again. ]

I'll wait.