[ her heart is alight with panic, filled with the urge to flee which is admittedly quite unusual for her, but the pull of that place, the excess of exuded wrongness had been powerful, striking right for her core. even once prompto's grip on her is firm she is still stricken and pale, her pupils blown wide and wild, her heart hammering. ]
What..
[ but prompto's voice fills her ears, his face commanding her vision, and the adrenaline rush of terror begins to subside. she blinks the film from her eyes, searching his face frantically; his hands are warm, he smells nice, familiar.. ]
I-I -- yes..
[ she says at last, her gaze flicking back behind her, then back toward him again. ]
no subject
What..
[ but prompto's voice fills her ears, his face commanding her vision, and the adrenaline rush of terror begins to subside. she blinks the film from her eyes, searching his face frantically; his hands are warm, he smells nice, familiar.. ]
I-I -- yes..
[ she says at last, her gaze flicking back behind her, then back toward him again. ]
There was..