at the dawning of the

She presses her lips together — Clorinde thinks through a brief haze of stupor, that she might take their quiet morning agenda further — and the slight tremble her voice brings out fills in the silence of rustling sheets.“Clorinde.” It is not a full sentence. The weight of her name holds everything perched between Navia’s lips. “Marry me?”orNavia asks Clorinde to marry her. The proposal only has some slight repercussions.(or, alternatively: clorinde goes on a 24 hour existentialism crisis on repressed childhood trauma, the guilt of killing your girlfriend’s dad, and marrying navia. it only goes slightly haywire.)