A vague concept of what it's like to relax— God, how accurate is that for the both of them?
She meets his gaze with the same uneasy feeling erupting in her stomach as the first time (what is wrong with his eyes?) and stands a little straighter. It doesn't do much to help with the huge gap in height. And this would probably be a prudent time to mention that darkness isn't much of a problem for her— 19th Century dreary castle with insufficient lighting and all that— but he's already crossing the threshold to the hospital.
The smell that hits her then is strong enough to turn her empty stomach. She scrabbles with the pouch attached to her belt for a length of cloth dressing that, being rather outdated in and of itself, obviously came from her own medical kit. She folds it lengthwise and ties it behind her head as tight as she can bear, grimacing at the lingering smell. "What about you?"
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She meets his gaze with the same uneasy feeling erupting in her stomach as the first time (what is wrong with his eyes?) and stands a little straighter. It doesn't do much to help with the huge gap in height. And this would probably be a prudent time to mention that darkness isn't much of a problem for her— 19th Century dreary castle with insufficient lighting and all that— but he's already crossing the threshold to the hospital.
The smell that hits her then is strong enough to turn her empty stomach. She scrabbles with the pouch attached to her belt for a length of cloth dressing that, being rather outdated in and of itself, obviously came from her own medical kit. She folds it lengthwise and ties it behind her head as tight as she can bear, grimacing at the lingering smell. "What about you?"