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

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be She can tell she is breaking through what few arguments he has, his exhaustion working to her benefit. It takes energy to spare of her own to outlast him when the greenery feels like it has a magnetic pull on her body, but she knows it will be worth the investment if she can lay down in his arms and find any amount of respite. As he begins to fold and kneel, Evie follows him like a shadow, filling in the spaces he leaves as her feet and joints already begin to ache in joyous gratitude for the relief of being off them. Evie lays down first, hands sinking into loam and greenery and coaxing a small shelter of arched branches to coalesce over them - just enough to keep the world beyond away from their eyes without closing in their heads or feet. Then her soil-stained hands reach for him, beckoning him down to her level as her tired eyes find his and hold there. "Come here, love. We should make the best of our hour." She suspects as soon as her head hits his shoulder she will be unconscious, but if they only have this small bit of time, she doesn't intend to risk wasting any of it.