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Rowena held her breath as she listened for a heartbeat, her ear pressed to Sam's cold chest, reassured by it's slow, but present, beat.
She held him closer, not entirely sure of her complete success, lightly fingering the thick stitches she'd left behind, knowing that giving life was easy, but animation and loyalty were trickier.
At first, she wasn't sure she'd actually felt anything, his touch had been so light, but, no, his fingers were trying to brush her hair out of her face with feather soft, uncoordinated touches that caused her to look at him and smile; he was back.
Sam dragged his fingers under her chin, trying to imitate the gesture he'd so often done in life, and Rowena, understanding, pulled herself up to kiss him, happily sighing into it, as she was surprised it was the same, if a bit drier.
Dawn's light crept in to illuminate her night's work and Rowena was overjoyed; he would be forever, like her, now.