[ It takes a few seconds for it to sink in that Akira's actually here, that this isn't still a part of her nightmare, and he's not going to end up slumped lifelessly on the ground with his soul forcibly separated from his body.
But if he's here and reassuring her, even as Rion additionally takes in that he's just as flushed and sick as she is, that means he'd seen...
Something like shame enters her gaze, wells up in her throat, and she sinks down a little further. She's not sure what she looks like, but she knows sheer worry when she sees it, and it's written all over his face. ]
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But if he's here and reassuring her, even as Rion additionally takes in that he's just as flushed and sick as she is, that means he'd seen...
Something like shame enters her gaze, wells up in her throat, and she sinks down a little further. She's not sure what she looks like, but she knows sheer worry when she sees it, and it's written all over his face. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It's all she can think to say-- well. Croak. ]