[ Nao searches his eyes for what would seem to her like a long moment were she focused on the matter of time. Too long, and by more than a couple of excusable beats. She's normally quicker than a snap or a blink and quicker than that to recover in instances where she lingers one or two beats. If anything, she should be much, much quicker because as open and exposed as he is in her eyes in this moment, so is she, but she doesn't snap back. She doesn't play it off.
She looks and she searches and it doesn't take her long to find what she's looking for, to feel it. She does. It's louder than the pang at her left arm, a hammer she takes to fear's grubby, grasping claws. The tension visibly melts from her shoulders and she reaches to take his hand, tug him inside and out of that cold, bleak darkness. ]
You know Fidelio'll never let me hear the end of it if you catch a cold on my door.
[ She says it so seriously despite a teasing lilt. Was that what she meant to say? Well, she said it, so... ]
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She looks and she searches and it doesn't take her long to find what she's looking for, to feel it. She does. It's louder than the pang at her left arm, a hammer she takes to fear's grubby, grasping claws. The tension visibly melts from her shoulders and she reaches to take his hand, tug him inside and out of that cold, bleak darkness. ]
You know Fidelio'll never let me hear the end of it if you catch a cold on my door.
[ She says it so seriously despite a teasing lilt. Was that what she meant to say? Well, she said it, so... ]