[She seems to be doing better as he holds onto her, but he chalks that up to a coincidence. He runs one of his hands over Letha's hair, stroking her from the crown of her head to the end of her braids. The other keeps a tight grasp on her, afraid that she's still on the verge of collapse.]
Ssh. It's okay now. Look at me.
[He leans back so he can look her in the eye. His pale blue-on-blue gaze meets her own green one. His hand still perches on the small of her back, allowing her to remain on his lap. It seems like the danger is starting to pass, though he's still going to insist that she goes to the doctor right after they're done here.]
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Ssh. It's okay now. Look at me.
[He leans back so he can look her in the eye. His pale blue-on-blue gaze meets her own green one. His hand still perches on the small of her back, allowing her to remain on his lap. It seems like the danger is starting to pass, though he's still going to insist that she goes to the doctor right after they're done here.]
How do you feel?