and she knows it. prompto is as loyal as a hound, almost to a fault, and knowing that he will remain beside her is a comfort like no other, and his assurance makes her smile, a soft, contented sound in her throat, her fingers moving weakly against his nape.
but she's too exhausted to do more, to keep this up any longer. her mind is thick and soupy and her limbs feel like stone, like she can no longer lift or control them. a soft shudder runs through her body, down along her limbs and with one final, rushing exhale she falls still. ]
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and she knows it. prompto is as loyal as a hound, almost to a fault, and knowing that he will remain beside her is a comfort like no other, and his assurance makes her smile, a soft, contented sound in her throat, her fingers moving weakly against his nape.
but she's too exhausted to do more, to keep this up any longer. her mind is thick and soupy and her limbs feel like stone, like she can no longer lift or control them. a soft shudder runs through her body, down along her limbs and with one final, rushing exhale she falls still. ]