[ Something passes through. Away. She can feel it, but she can't know its fate. She has no time for pity; she's too stricken by the stream of panic that's led to her now recovering from a momentary blood-lust. What's unsettling is that she isn't unsettled. Not by that.
Ethan had warned her.
She doesn't flinch from the touch, instead releasing her knife so she can immediately grab for the Doctor once she understands it's truly him. Understanding fills her, even as she knows the battle isn't completely over. She already knows what is likely to follow, and she tries to hold him closer all the more for it, as if still frightened she'll lose him. ]
I'm here. You are here. Nothing matters more than that.
[ She clutches at his hand, then tries to stand to better look at where she had earlier hurt him. He worries if she's injured even as he bleeds from a strike to the head. She would muse at the pair they make if she had the time, but there's no time. Already someone is shouting about hauling the dead harpy out of the window to clear a path while trying to shove past them.
Needless to say, Vanessa's balance isn't going to hold well on the stairs at the moment, and she's still reeling from the adrenaline rush of the last several minutes, so all she can think to do is throw her arms around the Doctor and hold him tight. ]
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Ethan had warned her.
She doesn't flinch from the touch, instead releasing her knife so she can immediately grab for the Doctor once she understands it's truly him. Understanding fills her, even as she knows the battle isn't completely over. She already knows what is likely to follow, and she tries to hold him closer all the more for it, as if still frightened she'll lose him. ]
I'm here. You are here. Nothing matters more than that.
[ She clutches at his hand, then tries to stand to better look at where she had earlier hurt him. He worries if she's injured even as he bleeds from a strike to the head. She would muse at the pair they make if she had the time, but there's no time. Already someone is shouting about hauling the dead harpy out of the window to clear a path while trying to shove past them.
Needless to say, Vanessa's balance isn't going to hold well on the stairs at the moment, and she's still reeling from the adrenaline rush of the last several minutes, so all she can think to do is throw her arms around the Doctor and hold him tight. ]