[All she can do is nod at first, an affirmation that she hears and understands him. That she'll keep her promise too, and her free hand lifts to wrap around his dog tag that dangles from her neck and hangs over her heart, her fingers running along its edges and his name etched upon it. Any time she feels even the slightest twinge of anxiety, she looks to it to remind her that she has him to lean on, and now...
Now it's just a matter of finding the strength to do so. She has the strength to stand on her own, but to depend on others like that... it's harder.
But for him, she's willing to try. For him, she'll do anything.]
We will.
[The tremble in her voice is still there, and she makes every effort to steady it, but it's still resolute in tone, and she leaves no more room for them to debate it—not that she thinks that they will—because she's pressing her lips to his before he can say anything more and sealing their promise between them. It's brief but passionate. Longing... and when she parts from him, she's left feeling nearly breathless as her eyes flutter open to connect with his.]
...Can I ask, then... [she begins quietly.] How bad is it? That nightmare energy?
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Now it's just a matter of finding the strength to do so. She has the strength to stand on her own, but to depend on others like that... it's harder.
But for him, she's willing to try. For him, she'll do anything.]
We will.
[The tremble in her voice is still there, and she makes every effort to steady it, but it's still resolute in tone, and she leaves no more room for them to debate it—not that she thinks that they will—because she's pressing her lips to his before he can say anything more and sealing their promise between them. It's brief but passionate. Longing... and when she parts from him, she's left feeling nearly breathless as her eyes flutter open to connect with his.]
...Can I ask, then... [she begins quietly.] How bad is it? That nightmare energy?