[ Ophilia turns her head, smiling tiredly at him. Hair falls partly over her line of sight but she cannot be bothered to fix it. She still looks... worse for wear; there are bags beneath her eyes, her clothes are in shambles (even worse than the Zombie!Ebegeeser outfit she had first been thrown into), skin covered in dirt, and she honestly just looks like she needs sleep.
But her smile remains, her breathing has steadied, and her hand squeezes his back in response. But after a pause her fingers then adjust in his hand, seeking to interweave between his....
What would she have done if he wasn't here? ] Thank you... [ She closes her eyes. And gods willing, she will fall into a comfortable sleep right on the spot, later waking when all of this is long over. ]
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But her smile remains, her breathing has steadied, and her hand squeezes his back in response. But after a pause her fingers then adjust in his hand, seeking to interweave between his....
What would she have done if he wasn't here? ] Thank you... [ She closes her eyes. And gods willing, she will fall into a comfortable sleep right on the spot, later waking when all of this is long over. ]