Now that her sobs had subsided, Soh was faced with the complete and utter exhaustion that inevitably follows a complete breakdown. Her cheeks were still wet with tears, but her mind was beginning to fall into the slow rhythms of sleep, helped along by Harper's gentle coaxing both in words and through the bond. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her was Harper's reassurances. Rest now.
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The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and Soh sat up in the familiar bedroom that had somehow become her home away from home with a yawn. For a moment, she forgot that this wasn't like any other weekend, when she might tumble out of bed to find Jude for a day on the beach. Then, with a rush, it all came back to her: the attack, the aftermath, her lack of sleep, Harper...
She flung herself back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Gods, what a mess she'd been. And yet, Harper had been there with her through it all. She chewed the inside of her cheek. She didn't hear movement beyond the bedroom. Maybe, to make it up to him, she could make him breakfast. Right. That was something she could do.
It was better than sitting still within her own mind, anyway. If she thought about last night too hard, she wanted to sit down and cry.
So she snuck quietly to the bathroom to tidy up - there was nothing she could do about the lingering bruises on her face, but she could at least clean her teeth and fix her hair - and then tiptoed into the kitchen, where she set about trying to dig as quietly as possible through the fridge and various cabinets for everything she would need to make pancakes.
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The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and Soh sat up in the familiar bedroom that had somehow become her home away from home with a yawn. For a moment, she forgot that this wasn't like any other weekend, when she might tumble out of bed to find Jude for a day on the beach. Then, with a rush, it all came back to her: the attack, the aftermath, her lack of sleep, Harper...
She flung herself back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Gods, what a mess she'd been. And yet, Harper had been there with her through it all. She chewed the inside of her cheek. She didn't hear movement beyond the bedroom. Maybe, to make it up to him, she could make him breakfast. Right. That was something she could do.
It was better than sitting still within her own mind, anyway. If she thought about last night too hard, she wanted to sit down and cry.
So she snuck quietly to the bathroom to tidy up - there was nothing she could do about the lingering bruises on her face, but she could at least clean her teeth and fix her hair - and then tiptoed into the kitchen, where she set about trying to dig as quietly as possible through the fridge and various cabinets for everything she would need to make pancakes.
