[ for a few moments, daisy is quiet; she watches as cassian pours water into her cup, and when he's done, she toys with the string laid over the side of her cup, tapping and tugging on it and watching the bag bounce in the water.
she doesn't think she's going to say anything much at all, but something about his statement and the casual way it's laid out in front of her catches her attention. it's truth, but more importantly, it's vulnerable truth. an admission of a kind, made sincerely. ]
I get that. [ not quite the same, but it starts her off easy enough. ] I can't usually fall back asleep after that dream. I just... [ an exhale, a hand rubbing against her stomach as if to triple check. satisfied, she continues. ] It just feels real, you know?
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she doesn't think she's going to say anything much at all, but something about his statement and the casual way it's laid out in front of her catches her attention. it's truth, but more importantly, it's vulnerable truth. an admission of a kind, made sincerely. ]
I get that. [ not quite the same, but it starts her off easy enough. ] I can't usually fall back asleep after that dream. I just... [ an exhale, a hand rubbing against her stomach as if to triple check. satisfied, she continues. ] It just feels real, you know?