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Who: Anyone!
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 449

Today's a day! What are you up to?

[His fingers continue to pet, slow and steady; his other arm curls her in closer still, almost protective]

[Her breathing slows, fingers loosening just a bit in his clothes]

[He just keeps it up - more careful now, perhaps, as if afraid to wake her]

[Regardless, she is well and truly caught, now. It's not as though she could bear to leave him, even if she should]

[For now, she drapes against him, exhausted]

[If she needs to rest, he certainly doesn't mean to keep her from it]

[There are other things she needs, as well, surely - water, and food, and a shwoer, and a bed]

[But for now, this will have to do, and he stays there with her tucked in against him, happy to give her what little he can]

[She would argue she does not need any of those things--that there is only one thing she might need from him, and he's already been kind enough to give it]

[Those things might not be important to her, but they're important to him - at least, they're important for her to have]

[For now, though, he gives her time to rest, keeping an eye out for the signs of impending nightmares]

[Despite herself she falls fast and hard into sleep, his warmth and his scent and the steady thud of his heartbeat too soothing to resist with her already feeling so wrung out.

And for a while, it's just that, the cool, quiet rise and fall of her chest against him.

But it's not that terribly long before her muscles have gradually knotted back up, breath gone short and shallow. He may notice or he may not; she has plenty of practice trying to hide it]

[He does, of course; how could he not, when he's so focused on the feel of her in his arms?]

[He rubs over her back, gentle and hopefully soothing - whispers something soft in her ear, to try and get her to settle]

[The lines of her back are sharp and rigid as glass. The most she can do is release a whimper, soft and unbidden, as she curls in more on herself--though she doesn't push him away]

Hey... hey.

You'reokay. I got you.

[His voice is very soft; his hands are very gentle. He's not loud enough to wake her, yet, but he's paying close attention to whether it seems to be helping, any, because if it's not he might be looking to wake her soon]

[She shivers, huddling in closer against him. She doesn't struggle, shoulders beginning to hitch]

Hey. Shh, shh. You're okay.

[The rubbing is a little firmer, now, perhaps meant to bring her out of the dream]

...Xia?

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