[ It was such a wholly unexpected response, such a shocking departure from what she'd prepared and braced herself for, that when Renoir invited her forward, Clea broke down into sobs. They were ugly, and loud, and it startled her, but there was no stopping this once the dam had broken. She went into his arms almost forcefully, clutching at his jacket and burying her face against his chest.
Here, for a brief moment, Clea allowed herself the opportunity to seek shelter from the world. To grieve everything she'd lost, and missed, and failed to protect. It was weakness. But for once, she didn't feel as awful about it as she usually did. She felt safe. And she desperately needed that. ]
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Here, for a brief moment, Clea allowed herself the opportunity to seek shelter from the world. To grieve everything she'd lost, and missed, and failed to protect. It was weakness. But for once, she didn't feel as awful about it as she usually did. She felt safe. And she desperately needed that. ]