[His nuzzling is taken and returned, despite the uneasiness that she still feels in her heart. He's her matesprit. No matter how much trouble he causes her, she'll never stop pitying him. That's been such a constant in her life these past few years. She's not sure what she would do if that ever did change.]
I'm okay. [Or she will be. Probably. It's close enough to count, she thinks. She needs to really think about everything that she's talked about in the past few days--and they've given her a lot to think about, but once she gets that sorted... Okay is a good word for what she thinks she'll be.
She lifts her hand away from his, resting it against the side of his neck. Her fingertips brush against the curls of hair at the base of his skull.]
...What about you; are you okay? Really okay? After everything? [Everything that he had told her. They only barely touched on what had happened before the fighting had started, and he had said that he was fine--better than fine, but she's starting to wonder if she had taken that response for granted.]
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I'm okay. [Or she will be. Probably. It's close enough to count, she thinks. She needs to really think about everything that she's talked about in the past few days--and they've given her a lot to think about, but once she gets that sorted... Okay is a good word for what she thinks she'll be.
She lifts her hand away from his, resting it against the side of his neck. Her fingertips brush against the curls of hair at the base of his skull.]
...What about you; are you okay? Really okay? After everything? [Everything that he had told her. They only barely touched on what had happened before the fighting had started, and he had said that he was fine--better than fine, but she's starting to wonder if she had taken that response for granted.]