"Namor," she whispers his name and rests her fingertips tenderly on his temples a moment before gently stroking his cheek with her hand. What he's shown her moves her and she honors her word, showing him images from her own mind, the torment of her childhood and the death of her sister by her own hand.
Wordlessly, her hands drop from his face and soon her arms around him in an embrace.
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