[ For how blinding it's been since trapped in that white room, the night sky's silhouette shielding her now is a return to sight, as it would protect the moon from the scorch of the sun.
To help herself through helping him is an idealistic enough thought to almost draw a smile, small for the uncharacteristic timidness, and she tips her head slightly to the side. Her voice is slightly softer while unencumbered by the spiral of panic from moments ago. ]
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To help herself through helping him is an idealistic enough thought to almost draw a smile, small for the uncharacteristic timidness, and she tips her head slightly to the side. Her voice is slightly softer while unencumbered by the spiral of panic from moments ago. ]
And if...I were to allow you to help me as well?