[She clings to him tighter, her fingers curling into a white-knuckle grip around his jacket. Any more and she'd risk tearing right through the leather, she thinks, but that doesn't stop her.
Her voice is hoarse, her back aching from the aether that she'd tried to use up, and her eyes are burning from tears that she fights to hold back, even as she lifts her face from his chest long enough to look at him. To make sure that he is really there and real and not just some figment of her imagination, an image conjured up by the Farplane or wherever they are in the darkest pits of it. A trembling hand moves up to his face, and as soon as she touches it, soul or not, she breathes out a small sigh of relief.]
What they said was true...
[It's not that she didn't believe them, but seeing it for herself... feeling it for herself is more terrifying than simply hearing rumours.]
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Her voice is hoarse, her back aching from the aether that she'd tried to use up, and her eyes are burning from tears that she fights to hold back, even as she lifts her face from his chest long enough to look at him. To make sure that he is really there and real and not just some figment of her imagination, an image conjured up by the Farplane or wherever they are in the darkest pits of it. A trembling hand moves up to his face, and as soon as she touches it, soul or not, she breathes out a small sigh of relief.]
What they said was true...
[It's not that she didn't believe them, but seeing it for herself... feeling it for herself is more terrifying than simply hearing rumours.]