[ The instant Peter makes contact with her, her spine goes ramrod straight, her entire body seizing up with unyielding tension. She doesn't process who's touching her at first, and because of how real the dream felt, her senses aren't immediately certain that this is reality, that he's solid and here instead of that world (her world).
She's still breathing unevenly, trembling, but some part of her must recognize Peter, because instead of shoving away from him, she allows the contact.
But she doesn't lean into him yet.
She shakes her head quickly, insistently, but she can't speak yet. ]
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She's still breathing unevenly, trembling, but some part of her must recognize Peter, because instead of shoving away from him, she allows the contact.
But she doesn't lean into him yet.
She shakes her head quickly, insistently, but she can't speak yet. ]