[Times like these, she wishes she could sleep. She wishes she could feel that sensation unknown to her—rest and darkness, something she could flee to for a moment. But then... perhaps it's best she couldn't sleep. Couldn't dream. So instead she just leans on his shoulder, eyes shut, trembling lessened by his support.
She would not be alone. It's what held her together in that moment, knowing what she knew.
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[Times like these, she wishes she could sleep. She wishes she could feel that sensation unknown to her—rest and darkness, something she could flee to for a moment. But then... perhaps it's best she couldn't sleep. Couldn't dream. So instead she just leans on his shoulder, eyes shut, trembling lessened by his support.
She would not be alone. It's what held her together in that moment, knowing what she knew.
Mithos would be here.]