[ Awareness pounds at the edges of her perception. Despite the distance she maintains in the bond — cursorily cautious, now, not to be dragged into the cold wash of emotion resonating in the area — physical proximity has made her senses more keen.
It's Ben, undoubtedly, sucked back into the vortex of echoing memories. To the best of her ability, she braces herself against it, blocks out the whispers that curl around her ear as she enters the hut. The caretakers remain standing from afar, allowing her this privacy, when she softly shuts the door behind her. ]
Ben.
[ Prone as he is, asleep and restless, she doesn't move to shake him awake. Instead, she slides a hand through his hair where she crouches, a gentle gesture to rouse him. Anything more seems a recipe for startling him into a defensive attack. ]
horatio is just a demon lbr
It's Ben, undoubtedly, sucked back into the vortex of echoing memories. To the best of her ability, she braces herself against it, blocks out the whispers that curl around her ear as she enters the hut. The caretakers remain standing from afar, allowing her this privacy, when she softly shuts the door behind her. ]
Ben.
[ Prone as he is, asleep and restless, she doesn't move to shake him awake. Instead, she slides a hand through his hair where she crouches, a gentle gesture to rouse him. Anything more seems a recipe for startling him into a defensive attack. ]