{se} hold the line, your breath, my hand

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Her pragmatism is a belated thing, after days of toil and strife that she had shouldered unyieldingly. Now, she can deny no longer that rest is necessary. Even they have their limits of stamina, and while it may greatly eclipse the reserves of others, it was not infinite. Despite his mulishness his response elicits a snort of a laugh, endeared by his begrudging humor. “I know, my timing is impeccable,” she sighs serenely as if complimenting herself, but her lips can’t hold onto the angle of a smile for long. Consideringly, Evie turns to look back at the Citadel gates. “Until someone calls for us. At minimum one hour.” Whichever comes first. An hour will not be enough, but it will be better than the snatches they’ve both had until now.