I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
She looks at him with wide eyes, once she hears he’s sick. “But I’m sick too,” she whispers, trying to figure out how they could both be sick. “And Sam. The Voice said -” What had the voice said? She frowns, not quite able to remember, other than this little echoey tidbit. “Protect the families.” As she glances at Sunjata, her eyes narrow a bit and she seems to be calculating.
“You’re… family now, right?” Either way, it seems right to her. There’s Nate, who’s family. And Magrethe. So he is doubly family. Having arrived at that conclusion all by herself, Wessex repeats it more firmly and enthusiastically this time. “Yes! You -” she jabs a finger at his chest, “ - are family.”
And there is still too much sand here. Glancing at his arm as he shows her his newest battle woulds, she is momentarily distracted. "Did it hurt?" Because what is pain to her, anymore?
“You’re… family now, right?” Either way, it seems right to her. There’s Nate, who’s family. And Magrethe. So he is doubly family. Having arrived at that conclusion all by herself, Wessex repeats it more firmly and enthusiastically this time. “Yes! You -” she jabs a finger at his chest, “ - are family.”
And there is still too much sand here. Glancing at his arm as he shows her his newest battle woulds, she is momentarily distracted. "Did it hurt?" Because what is pain to her, anymore?
WESSEX
