[ It's her fault, too, she thinks in that moment. Shouldn't she be prepared for just about anything, doing what she does? Even if she is herself rarely in danger, has she not helped many others who were...?
No, not quite like this. She has never had to personally, literally pull someone out of peril. She's... only an ordinary, humble innkeeper, yet still, she wishes she weren't quite so shaken, to the point that the person that she'd tried to help now has to help her.
...And he does help, his grounding grasp on her shoulders enough to allow her to focus on her breathing rather on the trembling of her body. Before long, she lifts her own hand to rest on top of his, and lifts her gaze to meet his, although she is unable to given that he looks past her, into the void that surrounds them. He had looked that way at last week's party, too, hadn't he...?
Where does his mind go, when he looks so far away like that? He doesn't leave her wondering for long. ]
[ That the shadow played such a cruel trick on him, that he knows such a loss to begin with. Little wonder, then, that he was so shocked every time that person's voice cut through... And moreover, what the shadow kept saying... No, she won't ask about it, yet, about the 'lying' it kept mentioning. How could she, in any case, when her heart is twisting with sympathy? ]
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No, not quite like this. She has never had to personally, literally pull someone out of peril. She's... only an ordinary, humble innkeeper, yet still, she wishes she weren't quite so shaken, to the point that the person that she'd tried to help now has to help her.
...And he does help, his grounding grasp on her shoulders enough to allow her to focus on her breathing rather on the trembling of her body. Before long, she lifts her own hand to rest on top of his, and lifts her gaze to meet his, although she is unable to given that he looks past her, into the void that surrounds them. He had looked that way at last week's party, too, hadn't he...?
Where does his mind go, when he looks so far away like that? He doesn't leave her wondering for long. ]
Someone you— [ Lost. Oh. ] Oh, gods. I'm... I'm sorry, Satoru.
[ That the shadow played such a cruel trick on him, that he knows such a loss to begin with. Little wonder, then, that he was so shocked every time that person's voice cut through... And moreover, what the shadow kept saying... No, she won't ask about it, yet, about the 'lying' it kept mentioning. How could she, in any case, when her heart is twisting with sympathy? ]
He must have been so important to you...