[ It's really hard to tell in that moment if the blaze of feverish heat is coming from her or him, or both of them. She'd be willing to bet it's both, doing her utmost to not just wobble from the (extremely light) pressure and end up on her back again. She doesn't want that.

And slowly, Rion tells him, shaky-voiced and so desperate for even this connection that she's not bothering to complain that it's hot. ]

You were... everyone was-- destroyed. Thrown around, like rag dolls, and I didn't want to keep singing, but I couldn't stop, she said this was what I wished for--

[ And it's a thin crack in her already hoarse voice, a sob. ]