"I had started to believe I dreamt you." Her voice is steady, but there's still an echoing kind of shock in her eyes. "That I dreamt it all."
And, suddenly, she's fighting back tears. She isn't prone to crying, not in the least, but it all seems too much. All those months of captivity pile back down on her at once, all the losses and heartache she's been forcing herself to forget. But how can she forget it happened, when the living proof of it sits before her, calling her by name?
She swallows, hard, and brushes down the front of her skirt, more for something to do with her hands than anything else. It's a moment more before she trusts herself enough to say, quietly, "How came you here?"
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Date: 2016-01-17 09:27 pm (UTC)And, suddenly, she's fighting back tears. She isn't prone to crying, not in the least, but it all seems too much. All those months of captivity pile back down on her at once, all the losses and heartache she's been forcing herself to forget. But how can she forget it happened, when the living proof of it sits before her, calling her by name?
She swallows, hard, and brushes down the front of her skirt, more for something to do with her hands than anything else. It's a moment more before she trusts herself enough to say, quietly, "How came you here?"