Anytime. [she says, and she means that. there are so many people here that she would drop everything for, and he's high up on that list. it's only been a couple of weeks, but it doesn't matter. when you're running on borrowed time, every second counts, and this is more important than anything. making people feel safe.
it's a little more fuel on the fire, on the dying hearth, extinguished by one of the worst weekends she's had in a while. feeling needed makes her feel alive.
so - he asks not to be alone, in so many words, and she holds his hand, grounding, protective. the shadows can't creep in.]
If you need me to talk away the nightmares, you just let me know.
If you've got things you want to get off your chest, be my welcome guest.
[ He can't ask much more of her and it sure would be something to ask her to just. Lull him to sleep or something. He's twenty-eight, for Alll-mer's sake, and in a nightmare village besides. He can't ask that, but she's welcome to if it helps her too. ]
[there's... probably a lot. there's a whole grinding, awful paragraph in her mouth that she could give, about this weekend. about how she already misses aerith, how she misses the rest of the dead, how the memories she's seen this week have been so terrible, how her memories of the hells nearly killed four people she cares about. about monsters and the people that are left behind.
she could talk about all that, but she doesn't. instead, she'll just... ramble aimlessly, for a bit.
she'll describe baldur's gate. tell little stupid stories about the things she did there, the trouble she got into. nothing important. just a voice to listen to, so the silence isn't overwhelming.]
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it's a little more fuel on the fire, on the dying hearth, extinguished by one of the worst weekends she's had in a while. feeling needed makes her feel alive.
so - he asks not to be alone, in so many words, and she holds his hand, grounding, protective. the shadows can't creep in.]
If you need me to talk away the nightmares, you just let me know.
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[ He can't ask much more of her and it sure would be something to ask her to just. Lull him to sleep or something. He's twenty-eight, for Alll-mer's sake, and in a nightmare village besides. He can't ask that, but she's welcome to if it helps her too. ]
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she could talk about all that, but she doesn't. instead, she'll just... ramble aimlessly, for a bit.
she'll describe baldur's gate. tell little stupid stories about the things she did there, the trouble she got into. nothing important. just a voice to listen to, so the silence isn't overwhelming.]