[He does not need to say anything. Just his voice, his warmth, his mere presence is enough to soothe her rattled heart, and though that fear sticks to her relentlessly, her breaths start to come a little easier. It's enough to shake the thoughts of what if he had not been there—something that she doesn't wish to think about or imagine either.
They sit there like that for some time, with her holding onto him like she may never let go, and she simply breathes him in in any way she can in this form, reminding herself that he is just as much here as he would be were they on the surface. She lets her frightened tears fall, lets herself sob quietly into his chest, and tries to push past it.
Only when her breathing has evened out some is when she lifts her head, looking at him for several beats before she glances around them.]
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They sit there like that for some time, with her holding onto him like she may never let go, and she simply breathes him in in any way she can in this form, reminding herself that he is just as much here as he would be were they on the surface. She lets her frightened tears fall, lets herself sob quietly into his chest, and tries to push past it.
Only when her breathing has evened out some is when she lifts her head, looking at him for several beats before she glances around them.]
... Where are we?