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

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be The weight of his gaze is heavy even with the exhaustion hanging on her shoulders, eternally aware of his eyes no matter when or where. The only suitable replacement is having him against her, tucked into his side and with the grey of the sky beyond filtering in through the woven branches of her shelter. With her head on his chest and one arm slung over his waist, she can already feel sleep taking hold fast and vicious as the sound of his heartbeat lulls her into a boneless state immediately. The rumble of his voice makes her groan slightly, though her objections are surface-level at best. Decisiveness is key here if she wants to give them as much time to sleep as possible so she musters up every thread of focus and intent that remains to consider their options. "Rebuilding. I know training is important, but Halo and Torchline were hit hardest, and the Citadel is still relatively untouched." Fractured from the quake, but unbroken, with the devastation reaching just beyond the walls. Squeezing him with her arm around his waist, Evie turns her face into his chest. "Now sleep, love. The rest will still be there when we wake up."