[He lets her sit up and look around, but his arm remains fast around her waist, as if he won't let her go any further.]
...We're in your dream, but I somehow managed to change it to look like this.
[Eustace only now looks around, finding much of it familiar. Which makes sense given how he just immediately grabbed a place in his mind and focused on it without any thought. And to pick this particular place... This field of pure snow. It's peaceful. Quiet. It's like a lie that covered up what just transpired.
But there is a sharp reminder right in his arms, and his eyes drift down to her chest. She may have stopped bleeding, but the blood stain on her top makes him clench his teeth before a hand moves to hover over it, as if afraid if he touches it it might reopen. He doesn't need to see to know the damage it must have left behind, and another twisting feeling forms in his chest.]
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...We're in your dream, but I somehow managed to change it to look like this.
[Eustace only now looks around, finding much of it familiar. Which makes sense given how he just immediately grabbed a place in his mind and focused on it without any thought. And to pick this particular place... This field of pure snow. It's peaceful. Quiet. It's like a lie that covered up what just transpired.
But there is a sharp reminder right in his arms, and his eyes drift down to her chest. She may have stopped bleeding, but the blood stain on her top makes him clench his teeth before a hand moves to hover over it, as if afraid if he touches it it might reopen. He doesn't need to see to know the damage it must have left behind, and another twisting feeling forms in his chest.]
...Do you feel anything?