( How long they're there, she has no idea, just that eventually she can breathe without it being a battle. Her hands are knotted in Steph's shirt and the blanket, anchoring herself, holding on for dear life. Eventually, she doesn't feel her entire body revolting against her, nerves alight. It feels more steady and more safe, and she's checking her own breath, again.
Without thinking, she's pressing closer to Steph. She's warm and safe and just Steph, who's been better for soothing away nightmares than anyone else. She's not quite there, but she realises Steph, recognises her, and there's no one else she'd want here. No matter what way she jumped there was disaster, but Steph made it better. Just her being there now, that meant it might get better.
Her fingers loosen in Steph's shirt, and then curl again, before she murmurs a near-silent apology. ) Sorry.
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Without thinking, she's pressing closer to Steph. She's warm and safe and just Steph, who's been better for soothing away nightmares than anyone else. She's not quite there, but she realises Steph, recognises her, and there's no one else she'd want here. No matter what way she jumped there was disaster, but Steph made it better. Just her being there now, that meant it might get better.
Her fingers loosen in Steph's shirt, and then curl again, before she murmurs a near-silent apology. ) Sorry.