It was warm and...safe. The mere relief of it, of being held, of the nightmare being over...
The bitch was dead. She'd seen to that. And Daemon was gone again. And she was here, being held and the emotional roiling seemed to hit a high and a low all at once.
Hot tears leaked out of her eyes, though she stifled the sob.
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Date: 2006-01-24 06:50 am (UTC)The bitch was dead. She'd seen to that. And Daemon was gone again. And she was here, being held and the emotional roiling seemed to hit a high and a low all at once.
Hot tears leaked out of her eyes, though she stifled the sob.