whatever lets you cope

RexannA but darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. He offered her a promise, her head tilting up to get a better look at his face as he spoke and she continued to lean into him. He reached up and tapped the mask against her forehead and she playfully reached up to swat at his hand like a cat before looking back at the barrier when he did. “I don’t want to die.” She whined in her sultry tone, a frown finding her face as she glanced back to him. If trying to get through the wall was instant death like she felt it was, she wanted no part until it was safe. Alistair slipped the glove onto her hand, and she looked down at it to see while he gestured and flipped her hand around to show the sensor. He explained it and she nodded, the mask combined with the glove was something that worried her slightly, but she’d try it just to say she did. She nodded to him as he explained where the charges were and how many were left. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would be – or perhaps it would be absolutely as terrible as she was dreading. A small sigh passed her lips, distorted by the mask but she moved from him then and nodded for the third time. She sucked in a breath, picturing a place that was probably a good hundred feet from them away from the barrier but still in the outskirts. Her eyes closed and she clicked the button, vanishing and appearing a ways away, immediately losing her balance and falling in a heap of leaves. She remained on the ground for a good while, should Alistair move to see her, clutching her stomach with a gut wrenching laugh. “Oh gods that’s an awful feeling.” She moaned, laughing while she tried to catch her breath. because everybody's so busy trying to save themselves.

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