[ Mafuyu's hands are cold. They're not like Aria's hands, the sickly warmth of a childhood fever – they're cool, grounding and Mielle's eyes drop to the hand atop hers with an oddly distant look that slowly, gradually becomes clearer. ]
Mafuyu...
[ That's right. She's here in the suite – someone must have carried her? – and if Mafuyu is this calm then it must be true that she's safe. She shudders and hunches up small, her other hand rising to grip Mafuyu's in her own, like a lifeline. ]
Yes... it's safe here... [ She swallows hard and lifts her gaze back up to Mafuyu's face. ] But... that wasn't a dream today, was it? Hodaka... he and Adaman really...?
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Mafuyu...
[ That's right. She's here in the suite – someone must have carried her? – and if Mafuyu is this calm then it must be true that she's safe. She shudders and hunches up small, her other hand rising to grip Mafuyu's in her own, like a lifeline. ]
Yes... it's safe here... [ She swallows hard and lifts her gaze back up to Mafuyu's face. ] But... that wasn't a dream today, was it? Hodaka... he and Adaman really...?