[ and she will actually lean against him. she feels a hell of a lot better, but she will likely have to Replace That Blood slowly but surely. she squeezes a bit whenever he looks to her, a quiet call-and-response as she walks alongside him. ]
I... I think talking about it might at least help me put some more of it together. I...
[ gently: ]
I think I heard my mother's voice...
[ she looks down where his hand holds hers, and squeezes it, her other just resting on his arm. she has to take her time to process it, and there's a moment where there's a brief scowl on her face that she almost tries to fight, like an internal debate with herself before she thunks her head gently on his shoulders. ] And I swear I heard yours, but I couldn't see you... and Laudna and Astarion... I think? I think I saw them too...
it brings back vin's panic the week before he died - she'd been miserably upset, blaming herself for his alternate self's death, and worry scatters across his emotions, a swoop of something deeply unhappy, too. it rankles him that this place continues to use him against the people he cares for something fierce.
his pace is slow and easy, steady. marina can lean on him as much as she wants. ]
... if it helps, I have been here the whole time. [ it's the same thing he told vin. nothing to be afraid of, in case some other version of himself showed up and died. he was right here. ] Miss Laudna and Mr. Astarion... they came back in a similar state as you did, so I imagine they were truly there.
[ he strokes the side of her hand with his thumb, gentle. ] But, it was just the four of you. So, anyone else you might have seen or heard was just an illusion.
[ including her mother, which just - breaks his heart into a thousand pieces. jeez. ]
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I... I think talking about it might at least help me put some more of it together. I...
[ gently: ]
I think I heard my mother's voice...
[ she looks down where his hand holds hers, and squeezes it, her other just resting on his arm. she has to take her time to process it, and there's a moment where there's a brief scowl on her face that she almost tries to fight, like an internal debate with herself before she thunks her head gently on his shoulders. ] And I swear I heard yours, but I couldn't see you... and Laudna and Astarion... I think? I think I saw them too...
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it brings back vin's panic the week before he died - she'd been miserably upset, blaming herself for his alternate self's death, and worry scatters across his emotions, a swoop of something deeply unhappy, too. it rankles him that this place continues to use him against the people he cares for something fierce.
his pace is slow and easy, steady. marina can lean on him as much as she wants. ]
... if it helps, I have been here the whole time. [ it's the same thing he told vin. nothing to be afraid of, in case some other version of himself showed up and died. he was right here. ] Miss Laudna and Mr. Astarion... they came back in a similar state as you did, so I imagine they were truly there.
[ he strokes the side of her hand with his thumb, gentle. ] But, it was just the four of you. So, anyone else you might have seen or heard was just an illusion.
[ including her mother, which just - breaks his heart into a thousand pieces. jeez. ]