[ One thing is certain he's glad of: that he's never underestimated her strength. So it doesn't come as a total shock when she grabs ahold of his forearm and grips on for dear life. It'll bruise, he's certain, but he makes no motion to pull away.
It's what's keeping her grounded, like her voice does to him when their skin touches. It keeps her from going too deeply down the hole. He knows who she sees now—Tante Heleen and her cruel smile. ]
I'm here. [ His voice is a murmur, spoken into her hair. More grounding, just in case.
Soon enough, she relaxes in increments, muscles unlocking. ]
Yeah, this is—good. [ Better than good, if he were honest with himself. Kaz shifts a bit, getting more comfortable and trying to take some pressure off his bad leg. A few moments later, he lets out a sigh, feeling strangely drowsy. ]
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It's what's keeping her grounded, like her voice does to him when their skin touches. It keeps her from going too deeply down the hole. He knows who she sees now—Tante Heleen and her cruel smile. ]
I'm here. [ His voice is a murmur, spoken into her hair. More grounding, just in case.
Soon enough, she relaxes in increments, muscles unlocking. ]
Yeah, this is—good. [ Better than good, if he were honest with himself. Kaz shifts a bit, getting more comfortable and trying to take some pressure off his bad leg. A few moments later, he lets out a sigh, feeling strangely drowsy. ]