[ she is glad for the silence. she is grateful, too, that cassian instinctively knows not to share meaningless reassurances, that he does not try to soothe her with shushing or pats on the back — and for once, she does not crack a smile or a joke at his soulmate status with her soul sister. instead, daisy simply leans into the embrace, the empathy bond warming where her forehead nestles against the crook of his neck, that small sliver of skin-to-skin reinforcing the sensations of the hug.
there is more than sorrow that filters through it. cassian is not just a stoic pillar or a good chef or a space cadet; he is a friend, true and loyal and definitively important, and as daisy curls herself against him, the emotional result of that filters between them. it isn't just gratitude or the ebbing tide of her fear, but a warmth, a blanket of unbreachable trust that settles in her bones as she takes in each breath.
eventually, daisy settles too, tears and hiccups petering out to a single exhale, a groan that trails off, her own discomfort with the whole exchange all too evident. she doesn't like looking ... broken, for lack of a better word. weak, for another. but she trusts cassian not to judge her for it, and so daisy tries to stifle that instinct; she tries to gingerly let him go, rather than bolt away, and to offer a small smile instead of a roll of her eyes. ]
Thank you, [ she finally decides on, simple seeming better than something elaborate or complicated. ] For helping.
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there is more than sorrow that filters through it. cassian is not just a stoic pillar or a good chef or a space cadet; he is a friend, true and loyal and definitively important, and as daisy curls herself against him, the emotional result of that filters between them. it isn't just gratitude or the ebbing tide of her fear, but a warmth, a blanket of unbreachable trust that settles in her bones as she takes in each breath.
eventually, daisy settles too, tears and hiccups petering out to a single exhale, a groan that trails off, her own discomfort with the whole exchange all too evident. she doesn't like looking ... broken, for lack of a better word. weak, for another. but she trusts cassian not to judge her for it, and so daisy tries to stifle that instinct; she tries to gingerly let him go, rather than bolt away, and to offer a small smile instead of a roll of her eyes. ]
Thank you, [ she finally decides on, simple seeming better than something elaborate or complicated. ] For helping.
[ he didn't have to. ]