[ He tries, and it helps, just a little. Reminds her that yeah, she probably really does have a terrible hold on people. She shifts, releases him with a quiet exhale, when wakefulness and rationality take the edge off something so primal, so reactionary.
Deep breaths, and with wakefulness comes quite the embarrassing realisation -- she'd basically woke him from sleep and freaked out all over him about a dream, that the thing, whatever he'd done, should be over and put behind them. Mako rubs at her eyes with the heel of her palm, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She's never been in such a position before, and when she grounds herself, allows the dregs of the nightmare to thin and dissipate, she finally says. ]
I know. [ As fine as he can ever be -- with untold damage and scars and all the he quietly carries. ] ...Sorry. You should go back to sleep.
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Deep breaths, and with wakefulness comes quite the embarrassing realisation -- she'd basically woke him from sleep and freaked out all over him about a dream, that the thing, whatever he'd done, should be over and put behind them. Mako rubs at her eyes with the heel of her palm, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She's never been in such a position before, and when she grounds herself, allows the dregs of the nightmare to thin and dissipate, she finally says. ]
I know. [ As fine as he can ever be -- with untold damage and scars and all the he quietly carries. ] ...Sorry. You should go back to sleep.