[Jesus Christ. It's distressing right down to the core watching her fold in on herself like she's made of paper-- like she's fragile enough to shatter if Chloe's not careful when she drops down to kneel beside her, fingers catching in her hair as Chloe's arm locks in protectively over her back. She hasn't got a clue what's wrong, which means she hasn't got the sort of handholds required to even begin calming Tempest down.
It doesn't stop her from staying right where she is.]
n o o o
It doesn't stop her from staying right where she is.]
Listen to me, darling, it's gonna be okay.