[The distance between them feels like a mile, and more than once, Nill thinks she's going to run right through him, or he'll disappear. This is a dream, a nightmare, something that just isn't real.
But his hands land on her shoulders, and all the air leaves her lungs in one huge exhale of relief. He's real. He's real. If she was more prone to crying (something that's never done her any good), she might now--but as things are, her throat feels tight even as the fist that's been squeezing her chest since she left the platform below eases up. She just looks up at him, relief flooding her face, smoothing the crease between her brows. One thing Heine has proved over and over again is that if he's near, he'll keep her safe. It's a truth she knows, one she uses to anchor herself every day.
She shakes her head at first--no, she isn't hurt. Rattled and confused, but not hurt. It's better than she expected, after waking up as she had. Then a quick nod--yes, she just got here. Minutes ago, hours ago, she isn't sure, and it doesn't really matter. His coat settles around her, hiding her wings and that suffocating feeling in her chest lessens even more. He already knows how being out and exposed like this makes her feel. He's looking out for her, again. Like always.
Her lips press together, the corners turned down, and she gestures to the general area around them questioning; where is this? She doesn't remember any part of the underground ever... looking like this.
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But his hands land on her shoulders, and all the air leaves her lungs in one huge exhale of relief. He's real. He's real. If she was more prone to crying (something that's never done her any good), she might now--but as things are, her throat feels tight even as the fist that's been squeezing her chest since she left the platform below eases up. She just looks up at him, relief flooding her face, smoothing the crease between her brows. One thing Heine has proved over and over again is that if he's near, he'll keep her safe. It's a truth she knows, one she uses to anchor herself every day.
She shakes her head at first--no, she isn't hurt. Rattled and confused, but not hurt. It's better than she expected, after waking up as she had. Then a quick nod--yes, she just got here. Minutes ago, hours ago, she isn't sure, and it doesn't really matter. His coat settles around her, hiding her wings and that suffocating feeling in her chest lessens even more. He already knows how being out and exposed like this makes her feel. He's looking out for her, again. Like always.
Her lips press together, the corners turned down, and she gestures to the general area around them questioning; where is this? She doesn't remember any part of the underground ever... looking like this.
She hasn't looked up at the sky, yet.]