Tal had done the complete opposite of fucking things up, as it turned out. Even if Soh wasn't completely ready to let go of the self-blame and fear that held her captive, she was taking steps in the right direction. She was alive, after all: her heart was still beating, and her wounds would all heal with time. And when it came down to it, that was all she could really ask for.
Tal's hand in hers was warm and reassuring, even as he began to stand. For a moment, she stilled as he loomed over her, tensing as the motion brought back a flash of a memory from the night before. But it was just Tal. Tal. She took a deep breath, and the momentary tension left her. Tal would never hurt her. Of that, she was certain.
So she stood with only a slight wince as muscles she hadn't known she had protested the movement. Without really even waiting for Tal to move, Soh hesitantly wrapped her arms around his middle.
Tal's hand in hers was warm and reassuring, even as he began to stand. For a moment, she stilled as he loomed over her, tensing as the motion brought back a flash of a memory from the night before. But it was just Tal. Tal. She took a deep breath, and the momentary tension left her. Tal would never hurt her. Of that, she was certain.
So she stood with only a slight wince as muscles she hadn't known she had protested the movement. Without really even waiting for Tal to move, Soh hesitantly wrapped her arms around his middle.
