[He lets her carry him; the rest of the guard, highly attuned to their remaining queen, is keeping a distant eye on them. But no one would stop George from carrying her, from holding her as she starts to cry, very gently, her hands clasping behind his neck and her mouth pressing to his chest.
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Finally.
She feels like she has been a stone, too hard.]
Oh.
George, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.