[ it's still difficult to focus beyond the immediate, of the odd surge of relief that rushes into her when he confirms his existence, even if she'd already known. There's just something about the way he stares down at her that makes her throat tighten.
She won't cry, of course. She's not anywhere ready enough for that sort of release, and he does draw her awareness to the situation, in which there are a lot of people gaping at them. ]
I'm... [ fine would be a lie. Not when there's still blood matting her hair and she's covered in dust and scrapes. ] It's not anything that won't heal soon enough. I can walk.
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She won't cry, of course. She's not anywhere ready enough for that sort of release, and he does draw her awareness to the situation, in which there are a lot of people gaping at them. ]
I'm... [ fine would be a lie. Not when there's still blood matting her hair and she's covered in dust and scrapes. ] It's not anything that won't heal soon enough. I can walk.