[ the presumption only makes his smile wide. and the shirts make it wider still. he rubs the fabric between his fingers and dares to lift a sleeve to his cheek. plain and linen though they may be, they're softer than he had any right to hope for. ]
...They're far more than I deserve, lass. You have my gratitude.
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...They're far more than I deserve, lass. You have my gratitude.