[ When he speaks, she looks up again, following his gaze to the world around them. Something about it is familiar, too. The mix of warm and cool hues, the white stone, the floating islands--similar, but changed. Something at her very essence knows this. A voice inside her head purrs as if in confirmation.
Yes. This is a safe place. He is a safe person. A part of her. An anchor, perhaps, in this reality. She was everywhere and every time at once, but now she is here. In this moment. With this person only.
A few key words ping her. "Friends", of course. And "home". There's a small pang in her chest--it makes her think the latter is filled with something of hurt, but the way he says it...it can only mean good things. And she trusts him. ]
Yes.
[ Not in Altean. She takes his offered hands and allows him to help her up and smiles for the first time. ]
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Yes. This is a safe place. He is a safe person. A part of her. An anchor, perhaps, in this reality. She was everywhere and every time at once, but now she is here. In this moment. With this person only.
A few key words ping her. "Friends", of course. And "home". There's a small pang in her chest--it makes her think the latter is filled with something of hurt, but the way he says it...it can only mean good things. And she trusts him. ]
Yes.
[ Not in Altean. She takes his offered hands and allows him to help her up and smiles for the first time. ]
Home.
[ That's where she wants to be. ]
I was called home.