[ the sense of family and belonging and the comfort that such things brought are never foolish to miss. she, too feels more like herself when close like this to someone she is beginning to care for and trust on a deeper level. beyond the superficiality of many of the acquaintances she has formed, genuine though she may be in her regard for them. it is not the same, for her she feels like things are right and good and as they ought to be.
as though she is invincible because this great bear of a man will shield her from the world and all the foul things therein. that he seems to derive an equal (or perhaps greater) level of comfort from this closeness warms and eases her. her cheek nuzzles against his shoulder once, as she calmly regards her mother's pod.
he is not father, but feels just like him all at once. in his own way, he is fulfilling the role she has been so desperate to see played by someone who would never seek to replace her father. but rather step in and continue where he had left off. and perhaps, she may be beginning to find it. ]
It is everything. I might breathe again, thanks to you.
[ and be calm when before she had been a hairsbreadth away from a complete breakdown. he has saved her from that torment of the mind, and she will never forget this kindness so long as she lives. no matter where they go or what they do, this man will forevermore have a most high standing in her esteem. and though she knows it not, in her heart as well. only when he squeezes her hand and speaks up does she sigh, nodding reluctantly. ]
I should. But do you mind if we might sit together later? [ they do not even need to say a word. his presence brings comfort of its own. elizabeth leans back and steps away, a small smile playing upon her lips. a tentative, brave expression. ] Thank you. I shall not be long.
[ with that she turns, and makes her way to the showers without the usual lurch of illness to her step in order to get cleaned up. she would return to him, and her mother as soon as possible, after all. ]
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as though she is invincible because this great bear of a man will shield her from the world and all the foul things therein. that he seems to derive an equal (or perhaps greater) level of comfort from this closeness warms and eases her. her cheek nuzzles against his shoulder once, as she calmly regards her mother's pod.
he is not father, but feels just like him all at once. in his own way, he is fulfilling the role she has been so desperate to see played by someone who would never seek to replace her father. but rather step in and continue where he had left off. and perhaps, she may be beginning to find it. ]
It is everything. I might breathe again, thanks to you.
[ and be calm when before she had been a hairsbreadth away from a complete breakdown. he has saved her from that torment of the mind, and she will never forget this kindness so long as she lives. no matter where they go or what they do, this man will forevermore have a most high standing in her esteem. and though she knows it not, in her heart as well. only when he squeezes her hand and speaks up does she sigh, nodding reluctantly. ]
I should. But do you mind if we might sit together later? [ they do not even need to say a word. his presence brings comfort of its own. elizabeth leans back and steps away, a small smile playing upon her lips. a tentative, brave expression. ] Thank you. I shall not be long.
[ with that she turns, and makes her way to the showers without the usual lurch of illness to her step in order to get cleaned up. she would return to him, and her mother as soon as possible, after all. ]