[That sags her smile again, although it doesn't bring any tension back into her shoulders. The troubles of Denmark were hardly such a private thing, at the moment.]
It is. It feels a dreadful thing to say, but... it is quite nice to be alone.
[From the lingering crowds of both the funeral and the wedding. From the insistent press of her father and the Dane. From the odd sensation that Hamlet had returned and not returned all at once.]
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It is. It feels a dreadful thing to say, but... it is quite nice to be alone.
[From the lingering crowds of both the funeral and the wedding. From the insistent press of her father and the Dane. From the odd sensation that Hamlet had returned and not returned all at once.]
And with you?