[It was a light sleep again... just like all the other comings and goings of her awareness that night. She awoke at the smallest sound, the slightest twitch of him next to her, so it's no wonder that as soon as he makes a noise and she feels a sudden cold wash over them, she snaps awake.
She tries not to panic as she looks over him, but it's hard not to feel that way when she sees those beads of sweat, and when she becomes aware of how laboured his breathing has become, in spite of the chill. It frightens her, reminding her of those nights that they would both much rather forget.
But she has to remain calm. Startling him awake won't do him any good, and honestly, she's a little afraid of what might happen if she did. So with her hand pressing to his forehead, wiping away the sweat, she tries to gently shake him awake at first.
Though, there's no hiding the desperate trembling in her voice as she whispers his name.]
Eustace? Eustace, wake up... please. I think you're dreaming...
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She tries not to panic as she looks over him, but it's hard not to feel that way when she sees those beads of sweat, and when she becomes aware of how laboured his breathing has become, in spite of the chill. It frightens her, reminding her of those nights that they would both much rather forget.
But she has to remain calm. Startling him awake won't do him any good, and honestly, she's a little afraid of what might happen if she did. So with her hand pressing to his forehead, wiping away the sweat, she tries to gently shake him awake at first.
Though, there's no hiding the desperate trembling in her voice as she whispers his name.]
Eustace? Eustace, wake up... please. I think you're dreaming...