[There's a part of her that doesn't want him to go away, even for an instant. And she knows, deep down, that all she would have to do is say so, and he would stay. He'd suffer through the soaked clothes and uncomfortable damp, just because she wanted him to. He thought she'd died again; he would do anything for her, right now.
And that's exactly what she's never wanted for him. Herself, her sacrifice, used against him. It's why she doesn't tell anyone who he really is to her, what connection they share. Someone would use it against him, and it would work.
And if that's the case, then that someone shouldn't even be her, herself. She has no right to use that against him, either, even if it's only by accident.
So she lets him get away, but before he can move entirely, she reaches out from beneath the blankets, her hand going to his wet hair and gently finger-combing the strands back behind his ear. She can feel the little sparks of chroma in her fingertips as she does it, too. She's warmer now than she's been, and he won't be gone for long.]
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And that's exactly what she's never wanted for him. Herself, her sacrifice, used against him. It's why she doesn't tell anyone who he really is to her, what connection they share. Someone would use it against him, and it would work.
And if that's the case, then that someone shouldn't even be her, herself. She has no right to use that against him, either, even if it's only by accident.
So she lets him get away, but before he can move entirely, she reaches out from beneath the blankets, her hand going to his wet hair and gently finger-combing the strands back behind his ear. She can feel the little sparks of chroma in her fingertips as she does it, too. She's warmer now than she's been, and he won't be gone for long.]
I didn't die again. I'm right here.
[Where he can watch her. Where he can know.]
Come back soon, okay...?