[She shakes her head, still holding him tighter, if such a thing is even possible.]
Nothing. You did nothing.
[He would never hurt her so willingly, and whatever had snuck into her dream to take over him—now that she knows it wasn't just an illusion of a nightmare but really him, and her stomach sinks all the more for it—had only been able to do so because of her. Something she won't voice yet... not until he comes down from his panic.
Her hand caresses his cheek, the other threading into his hair gently to keep him still, as if she was the only thing to keep him from trembling so much. Even though she is the one shaking with a fury that she's kept bottled up for so long...
That this world would keep being so cruel to him...]
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Nothing. You did nothing.
[He would never hurt her so willingly, and whatever had snuck into her dream to take over him—now that she knows it wasn't just an illusion of a nightmare but really him, and her stomach sinks all the more for it—had only been able to do so because of her. Something she won't voice yet... not until he comes down from his panic.
Her hand caresses his cheek, the other threading into his hair gently to keep him still, as if she was the only thing to keep him from trembling so much. Even though she is the one shaking with a fury that she's kept bottled up for so long...
That this world would keep being so cruel to him...]