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He remembers her laughter fondly. Always Maria is laughing softly when they are alone together or sent on a mission for the Brotherhood.
It makes him think of the birds softly twittering with each other in the early morning as he stops under the shade of a large tree branch to listen quietly. Soon enough, she’s right there beside him, her fingers brushing lightly down the length of his spine, her eyes laughing that she’d managed to surprise him as she joins him another hunt.
“Come to bed, my love,” she requests of him later that night, he allows her to drag into their bed with a kiss against his cheek.
Sleepily, Callum opens his eyes slowly and slowly glances towards the side of the bed that Aguilar’s memories showed Maria sleeping before rubbing at his eyes with a low curse.