[ a silence lingers. emilia doesn't know how to answer, and she's all too aware of the intimate position she landed them in while trapped in her nightmare. she'd almost prefer the icy indifference — her heart would bear it much better than this gentle concern she can't logic away.
in the end, she takes a page out of his favored book and foregoes addressing the question altogether. she swallows, fingers loosening their vise-like grip on his shirt. carefully, she extricates herself from his arms and unfurls to her proper height. she ignores the fact her legs don't feel quite so steady. ]
We should wake the others.
[ if their dreams are anything like hers, they're in pain. they believe they're dying. ]
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in the end, she takes a page out of his favored book and foregoes addressing the question altogether. she swallows, fingers loosening their vise-like grip on his shirt. carefully, she extricates herself from his arms and unfurls to her proper height. she ignores the fact her legs don't feel quite so steady. ]
We should wake the others.
[ if their dreams are anything like hers, they're in pain. they believe they're dying. ]