Life is a multiplicity now, or so it seems. postHBP Trio vignette.

Do you feel seventeen? the hero asks. I don’t feel seventeen, the princess says. Well, me neither, the knight allows. They have always been who they are. PostHBP oneshot.

When all you can remember is cold and weariness and fear, and you have no idea where you're going, all barriers seem insignificant. RHr oneshot.