[ his steadfastness bleeds through the bond, settling the wildest spikes of daiy's panic into a steady ache in her chest, the blue glow between them almost navy in the dark. ]
I was — [ dreaming. she'd dreamt a nightmare that she hasn't had in a while, one that had clearly propelled her out of bed and across the apartment. cassian might be calm, but she wonders: is anyone else awake? did anyone else hear her fall, or worse, fall into her dream with her? did anyone else feel the sharp stab of a bullet paired in their stomach? ] Were you?
[ her hands reach forward, suddenly, pressing against the firm slab of his stomach, feeling for wounds that won't be there. she ought to be embarrassed of this, if nothing else, but there's a frenzied determination to the movements instead of any shame. cassian cannot suffer for her own memory. that's just wrong. ]
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I was — [ dreaming. she'd dreamt a nightmare that she hasn't had in a while, one that had clearly propelled her out of bed and across the apartment. cassian might be calm, but she wonders: is anyone else awake? did anyone else hear her fall, or worse, fall into her dream with her? did anyone else feel the sharp stab of a bullet paired in their stomach? ] Were you?
[ her hands reach forward, suddenly, pressing against the firm slab of his stomach, feeling for wounds that won't be there. she ought to be embarrassed of this, if nothing else, but there's a frenzied determination to the movements instead of any shame. cassian cannot suffer for her own memory. that's just wrong. ]
Did he shoot you?