[ Lune hadn't realized just how cold she'd gotten until Gustave wraps his arm around her, sharing his warmth with her. Her flank presses into his and her head tips without her conscious control as they shift, dropping against his shoulder. ]
Don't worryโ [ she bites out, shaking her head slightly where it rests against Gustave's shoulder. Though of course he will worry. She just doesn't want to add another thing onto his plate when he's already so worried about Maelle. He warms his artificial hand by the flames โ smart, very smart โ and the heat it spreads across her tattooed limb, rubbing up and down, is blissful. A shuddering little breath escapes her, the chills subsiding some. ]
It's fine. I'll be fine. [ It's not your fault. It's mine. The comfort is helping as much as the body heat. She knows she has a reputation of being distant, but she's not so removed she can take the death of her friends โ and Tristan was more like a brother โ with no impact. Shit. Tristan. ]
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Date: 2025-05-17 11:47 pm (UTC)Don't worryโ [ she bites out, shaking her head slightly where it rests against Gustave's shoulder. Though of course he will worry. She just doesn't want to add another thing onto his plate when he's already so worried about Maelle. He warms his artificial hand by the flames โ smart, very smart โ and the heat it spreads across her tattooed limb, rubbing up and down, is blissful. A shuddering little breath escapes her, the chills subsiding some. ]
It's fine. I'll be fine. [ It's not your fault. It's mine. The comfort is helping as much as the body heat. She knows she has a reputation of being distant, but she's not so removed she can take the death of her friends โ and Tristan was more like a brother โ with no impact. Shit. Tristan. ]
Just... sit here with me for a bit.