make peace with your broken pieces
She clings to him as long as he'll allow it despite her disheveled state and sweat-stained clothes and general rather upsetting level of disarray. They've seen each other in worse states, and for now her relief is far too vast to allow room for anxiety or to be self-conscious. "I think it did. I think I'm better. Oh, Vi, I think I'm okay." Tears streak down her angled cheeks, dampening the Dark Star's shirt. A bubbled laugh rumbles from her stomach, choking into a snotty half-sob.
And then her relief begins to subside, replaced by a sudden, deep conviction. Drawing abruptly back from Ronin, the Shield fixes him with a wild look, dark eyes large and sunken in her pale face. "The others- we can help them. We just need to get more water, and we can give it to all of them, and- and they'll all be okay."
And then her relief begins to subside, replaced by a sudden, deep conviction. Drawing abruptly back from Ronin, the Shield fixes him with a wild look, dark eyes large and sunken in her pale face. "The others- we can help them. We just need to get more water, and we can give it to all of them, and- and they'll all be okay."
shield of safrin
