[It's probably a good thing she wasn't carrying anything because she might have dropped it all just then, along with the pit of her stomach. She tries to keep an even expression for Cloud's sake—now is not the time to be panicking and worrying and fretting and all of the other hundred different mixed things she's feeling right now, but she feels as though the entire ship has just lurched underneath her, and that she's about to go tumbling overboard.
...
Silence lingers a moment—several—before she finally speaks, taking a step closer to him.]
Cloud...? That's...
[A pause when she hears a loud thump and a cry on the deck of the ship somewhere behind her as another person lands, and she pulls back that step, a hand going to her chest.]
no subject
...
Silence lingers a moment—several—before she finally speaks, taking a step closer to him.]
Cloud...? That's...
[A pause when she hears a loud thump and a cry on the deck of the ship somewhere behind her as another person lands, and she pulls back that step, a hand going to her chest.]
Why don't we go find somewhere quieter?