[ It's unknown whether the tone or the words startle her more, but she does look to his hand with a start and such confusion that she may be wondering if she is still trapped in her vision. There is no longer any way to tell, and the realization draws out a faint shudder when beginning to reach out. If there is no way to know what's real, and if this version of her is trapped in the city with memories that will never return home, then what is the point in wondering at the difference between waking and dreaming?
Perhaps she simply struggles to imagine such a thing could ever be uttered to someone like her in reality. As much as she has yearned to, her help has only ever been accepted up to a point by loved ones, until she was not enough. Then they would disappear back into their secrets and she into hers. And how could she begrudge them that, when she has been guilty of the same?
It has been difficult to keep secrets this night.
The quiver seems to subside when her hand settles into his, and she steps closer for the comfort of it. ]
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Perhaps she simply struggles to imagine such a thing could ever be uttered to someone like her in reality. As much as she has yearned to, her help has only ever been accepted up to a point by loved ones, until she was not enough. Then they would disappear back into their secrets and she into hers. And how could she begrudge them that, when she has been guilty of the same?
It has been difficult to keep secrets this night.
The quiver seems to subside when her hand settles into his, and she steps closer for the comfort of it. ]