[Ugh. Reduced to this, in front of him, by some stupid dream. The humiliation is unbearable.]
It's not the couch. It's fine. I'm fine.
[She looks toward him again, trying to project her usual cold indifference, but it completely fails. At least the longer she looks at him, the more she reassures herself that his face won't erupt into a horrible row of needle-like teeth again, but she can feel that her composure is completely failing her, her hands still trembling, her expression still vulnerable. Still weak. When did she become so-]
I spent two of the last five months sleeping on the ground.
[...not that she'd had pleasant dreams then, either, but then, she's been having almost nightmares for as long as she can remember. So why did this one... affect her like this?]
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It's not the couch. It's fine. I'm fine.
[She looks toward him again, trying to project her usual cold indifference, but it completely fails. At least the longer she looks at him, the more she reassures herself that his face won't erupt into a horrible row of needle-like teeth again, but she can feel that her composure is completely failing her, her hands still trembling, her expression still vulnerable. Still weak. When did she become so-]
I spent two of the last five months sleeping on the ground.
[...not that she'd had pleasant dreams then, either, but then, she's been having almost nightmares for as long as she can remember. So why did this one... affect her like this?]