[She doesn't even check her neck for an injury—she doesn't even register it as she hears the sounds coming from Eustace, and she immediately shifts, her arms circling around him so that she can hug him from behind and hold him tight, her face burying into his back, before his thoughts begin to wander.
Because she knows where they will go.
Back to that war-torn field, back to the days they'd much rather forget, when they were both consumed by those nightmares that reared their ugly head. And for what? She doesn't know what caused them, or where they came from, only that it was her dream. Her idea. Her fault that he ended up this way...
And when he lets out that cry, her arms unwrap from around him only so that she can grab hold of him more fully and pull him into a proper embrace.]
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Because she knows where they will go.
Back to that war-torn field, back to the days they'd much rather forget, when they were both consumed by those nightmares that reared their ugly head. And for what? She doesn't know what caused them, or where they came from, only that it was her dream. Her idea. Her fault that he ended up this way...
And when he lets out that cry, her arms unwrap from around him only so that she can grab hold of him more fully and pull him into a proper embrace.]