His hand lifted, pulling over the hand she still had stroking his hair, then brought her hand to his cheek, gently rubbing against it. "Good… that's good…"
Mabel Quinn let out a sigh. The two of them just stood there quietly like that, her palm filled with the warmth of his cheek.
No one knew how long had passed before Mabel spoke again. "Then let's both take good care of these two bracelets."
He lifted his eyes. "Okay." He answered, then lowered his head to look again at the two bracelets in his hand, and his brows furrowed slightly. "The leather on this bracelet is already cracking. I'll find someone to ask later, see if it can be maintained and treated properly, otherwise…" He didn't finish the rest, but Mabel knew he meant that because the leather cord had already become brittle, it could easily break.
Back then, the leather cord she'd chosen to weave the bracelet with wasn't anything high-end, just something she'd bought by the roadside.
