It was hard to suppress the cough she could feel in her chest and her throat, aching to come out; it wheezed out through clenched teeth, ribs feeling replaced with a netting of barbed wire, tightening around her. It was a different illness than usual, but it was still sickness, and it was hard to hate something that happened so often. Then again, it was rarely so bad as this.
She kept the one hand holding the mask to her face; the other, to give her some distraction, was folded upon itself, fingertips tugging at the loop of gold around her wrist, seeking out the warmest spots of affection still bound there. It didn't make her feel any less lonely, not really; if anything, it made longing worse. But the sentiments helped. Gave her purpose. Something worth going back to, worth living and dying for.
Her eye tracked Kanaya's movement, her expression, but it wasn't easy to read. "We can survive on much less."
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It was hard to suppress the cough she could feel in her chest and her throat, aching to come out; it wheezed out through clenched teeth, ribs feeling replaced with a netting of barbed wire, tightening around her. It was a different illness than usual, but it was still sickness, and it was hard to hate something that happened so often. Then again, it was rarely so bad as this.
She kept the one hand holding the mask to her face; the other, to give her some distraction, was folded upon itself, fingertips tugging at the loop of gold around her wrist, seeking out the warmest spots of affection still bound there. It didn't make her feel any less lonely, not really; if anything, it made longing worse. But the sentiments helped. Gave her purpose. Something worth going back to, worth living and dying for.
Her eye tracked Kanaya's movement, her expression, but it wasn't easy to read. "We can survive on much less."