[ a rush of water soaks his clothing, muggy and diluted — he pulls his head back to give her a lookover. his fingers continue to run through her hair, and he reaches over to rub her back soothingly. ]
The Rift — it closed in on us.
[ he doesn't know how else to explain that — how to explain this pestilent-like chaos. ]
no subject
The Rift — it closed in on us.
[ he doesn't know how else to explain that — how to explain this pestilent-like chaos. ]
You're safe. We're safe. I'm with you, alright?