[Ion nods weakly, not having the words to express how he feels. How helpless and hopeless he still feels, even despite the promise or how much it means. So he covers his face with his arm and just for a moment, between the two of them, lets himself cry. He lets himself forget those fake, painful, sad smiles.]
Thank you. Thank you so much.
[The healed arm has a nasty looking scar where the gash was, and his shoulder seems slightly out of place--but it's all healed. That's all that matters.]
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Thank you. Thank you so much.
[The healed arm has a nasty looking scar where the gash was, and his shoulder seems slightly out of place--but it's all healed. That's all that matters.]