[ she halts the moment she steps inside, takes in the place that has not changed since she had left (why would it? the only thing that changed is Morgana herself). She sees the little table where a vase once stood (she had tackled Arthur to the floor one afternoon and they had broken it, she remembers and fights the instinct to smile), and the kitchen where Mary used to stand, wearing the earrings Morgana had given her, the kitchen where they hugged one night when they could not sleep.
It is much, almost to much. She forgets how to breathe. ]
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It is much, almost to much. She forgets how to breathe. ]
I'll wait here.