[A soft sigh escapes that she has to fight to get back, but fighting isn't so important anymore. She'll be safe and taken care of. She is safe and taken care of. The pitched keening is interrupted some by the sobs of a little girl, but there's a smile in her eyes as she tries to focus on him again. He seems so far away even though she can feel him right there, and it isn't until she tries to reach out to him again that she realizes at some point her arms had gone limp and fallen away.]
I'm h-happy...you're...
[She doesn't need to finish her sentence, probably, because he already knew, and surely even if she hadn't spoken at all he would have understood. Her words fade into panting, slow and strained until they become quick. A last bid for staying there a minute longer, because as much as she's accepted this, her body can't feel the same calm. It needs to keep her
eyes open
again as if from sleep, watching the ceiling for several moments to parse the haze in her brain from the fog that filled the air around her. It's Dyster. Molly is there at her side suddenly, surprised but pleased with her appearance since it doesn't know the reason why, and puzzling more over her new werewolf form than that, anyway. Ray can lift her arm again, so she indulges the probing critter with a few pets before she pushes herself up. The pain isn't there anymore, even if parts of her still feel dragged down. Drained of energy rather than blood.
Not too tired to go over to her desk to pull out a scrap of paper and a marker, of course. That's a priority! Confidently this time, Rachel draws the symbol again.]
Hi, Atem. I hope I didn't keep you waiting...though I'd like to think we can agree that I was the one more inconvenienced by this. Thank you for coming. My door to Dyster is actually on the way to La Forteresse, so I can meet you there?
[He can't answer, of course, but she gives a little wave at the eye -- that's how it works, right? She thinks so -- before putting a line through it and heading on out. They agreed to do something fun, so of course he'd agree to her proposal! How nice, to be able to see her very good boy so soon, and under better circumstances.]
cw dying become child death
I'm h-happy...you're...
[She doesn't need to finish her sentence, probably, because he already knew, and surely even if she hadn't spoken at all he would have understood. Her words fade into panting, slow and strained until they become quick. A last bid for staying there a minute longer, because as much as she's accepted this, her body can't feel the same calm. It needs to keep her
eyes open
again as if from sleep, watching the ceiling for several moments to parse the haze in her brain from the fog that filled the air around her. It's Dyster. Molly is there at her side suddenly, surprised but pleased with her appearance since it doesn't know the reason why, and puzzling more over her new werewolf form than that, anyway. Ray can lift her arm again, so she indulges the probing critter with a few pets before she pushes herself up. The pain isn't there anymore, even if parts of her still feel dragged down. Drained of energy rather than blood.
Not too tired to go over to her desk to pull out a scrap of paper and a marker, of course. That's a priority! Confidently this time, Rachel draws the symbol again.]
Hi, Atem. I hope I didn't keep you waiting...though I'd like to think we can agree that I was the one more inconvenienced by this. Thank you for coming. My door to Dyster is actually on the way to La Forteresse, so I can meet you there?
[He can't answer, of course, but she gives a little wave at the eye -- that's how it works, right? She thinks so -- before putting a line through it and heading on out. They agreed to do something fun, so of course he'd agree to her proposal! How nice, to be able to see her very good boy so soon, and under better circumstances.]