[A nod, and she steps a little closer to him, watching as the pieces spin slowly, blissfully unaware. She wonders if the Ice Queen can feel it—people playing with her dreams, and her memories... It feels a little wrong, in a way, to be given a glimpse of it all when it isn't her sharing them, but she supposes she has to stop looking at it from that perspective, and more that they are trying to help her.
That still won't stem that bubble of anxiety that forms in her chest and bleeds into the air as she waits and watches carefully for what Eustace might do. Or, rather, what the shards will do when he moves them...]
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[A nod, and she steps a little closer to him, watching as the pieces spin slowly, blissfully unaware. She wonders if the Ice Queen can feel it—people playing with her dreams, and her memories... It feels a little wrong, in a way, to be given a glimpse of it all when it isn't her sharing them, but she supposes she has to stop looking at it from that perspective, and more that they are trying to help her.
That still won't stem that bubble of anxiety that forms in her chest and bleeds into the air as she waits and watches carefully for what Eustace might do. Or, rather, what the shards will do when he moves them...]