[Surely she can figure that one out! That's an easy one. Baby steps. (Also wow I sure wrote "swimming" instead of "sleeping" I was...not awake. Anyway.)
She seems aware enough, so he lets it go. Drops his hands to lean them against his knees in his perch. Rocks back on his heels a little, thoughtfully. He doesn't like the implications in that any more than she does, but he's not in much of a position to answer it for her.]
Might have misjudged it.
[The time. But from the sound of it...he doesn't really think so. It's a pretty halfhearted comfort, and he discards the thought pretty quickly after feeling it out. Something happened to her out there, in those lost minutes of time. Creepy as hell.
He gives another little glance over his shoulder, like he's checking they've still outrun that strange darkness. Like he suspects the answer to their little mystery would be found within it, and he's weighing the pros and cons of how much he cares to go look for it. How much grief it would save them to write it off as a lost cause. How much worse it could have been.
He blows a vexed breath out through his teeth. But, eventually, he turns back toward her, instead. Taps at the side of his face, where the blood's smeared her cheek.]
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She seems aware enough, so he lets it go. Drops his hands to lean them against his knees in his perch. Rocks back on his heels a little, thoughtfully. He doesn't like the implications in that any more than she does, but he's not in much of a position to answer it for her.]
Might have misjudged it.
[The time. But from the sound of it...he doesn't really think so. It's a pretty halfhearted comfort, and he discards the thought pretty quickly after feeling it out. Something happened to her out there, in those lost minutes of time. Creepy as hell.
He gives another little glance over his shoulder, like he's checking they've still outrun that strange darkness. Like he suspects the answer to their little mystery would be found within it, and he's weighing the pros and cons of how much he cares to go look for it. How much grief it would save them to write it off as a lost cause. How much worse it could have been.
He blows a vexed breath out through his teeth. But, eventually, he turns back toward her, instead. Taps at the side of his face, where the blood's smeared her cheek.]
You've got a little something.