[shifting, her hand presses down a little more on his - squeezing it, really, to give him presence deliberately. heaven knows she's not trained in the intricacies of the mind, but she doesn't need to be in order to sit and listen. part of her wishes she could take herself, wrap him up and give him somewhere warm to be, but another part understands pride, that there's enough in the idea of what he has to be that to have him here at all is a gift.]
That's all right.
[uncertainty isn't the horror people make it out to be. and Emily wakes enough in the night that she knows things don't let go easy. if it's not the law she flees in her dreams, it's the hunters, dying a thousand ways that she has before. it had dulled her down to the idea of losing her own life, of risking herself, because you always came back. you always could be repaired.
it all has to be relearned. step by step. things hurt, and slowly mend. time, patience, attention, care. as much as he wants to take some of her burdens, her pain, she wants to take on some of his. there's room enough, and she won't think he's any lesser for it.
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That's all right.
[uncertainty isn't the horror people make it out to be. and Emily wakes enough in the night that she knows things don't let go easy. if it's not the law she flees in her dreams, it's the hunters, dying a thousand ways that she has before. it had dulled her down to the idea of losing her own life, of risking herself, because you always came back. you always could be repaired.
it all has to be relearned. step by step. things hurt, and slowly mend. time, patience, attention, care. as much as he wants to take some of her burdens, her pain, she wants to take on some of his. there's room enough, and she won't think he's any lesser for it.
we'll manage.]