[ her first instinct is to insist that she's fine and that she's well enough to at least make it to her room. but she remembers the expression on his face when she came to, the warmth of his hand entwined with hers, and she thinks better of it. instead, she wraps one arm around his shoulders, studying his face briefly before leaning her head against his chest. ]
... All right.
[ it prickles at her, this vulnerability. but she wrestles it down, closing her eyes and letting him take her where he wants to go. ]
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... All right.
[ it prickles at her, this vulnerability. but she wrestles it down, closing her eyes and letting him take her where he wants to go. ]