It's not like she really understands what's happening, nor does she care about people intruding on her privacy. She's never had privacy in her life, not the way others do. That little girl chained in the tower had her sense of self fractured over a hundred years ago, after all.
The weight of a hand against her head is familiar, as is Solomon's scent and voice. She shuffles around in her spot on the ground, still hugging her knees as she looks up at him, only to reach out and hug his knees instead. Her big blue eyes are watery and she's clearly upset.
Were they dreams? Had she fallen asleep somehow? Either way, she hates it.]
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It's not like she really understands what's happening, nor does she care about people intruding on her privacy. She's never had privacy in her life, not the way others do. That little girl chained in the tower had her sense of self fractured over a hundred years ago, after all.
The weight of a hand against her head is familiar, as is Solomon's scent and voice. She shuffles around in her spot on the ground, still hugging her knees as she looks up at him, only to reach out and hug his knees instead. Her big blue eyes are watery and she's clearly upset.
Were they dreams? Had she fallen asleep somehow? Either way, she hates it.]
Make it stop.