[ Don't fight it. The flood of him hits her roughly, threatens to overwhelm for a moment but rather than try to fight it off she relaxes into it. Drowns in it, lets it fill up her thoughts, and then waits for the tide of it to slosh and froth back down to a level she can handle. Catches the core if it in the balm of her hands.
She has done this before. Has weathered this with others and with herself, and she grows only more steady each time. ]
(I know.) [ The way fear spreads like a poison in the air, like a sickness. ] (How may I help you?)
[ Cannot help those who do not wish to be, and he is not brood. ]
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She has done this before. Has weathered this with others and with herself, and she grows only more steady each time. ]
( I know. ) [ The way fear spreads like a poison in the air, like a sickness. ] ( How may I help you? )
[ Cannot help those who do not wish to be, and he is not brood. ]