( You especially, he says, and her smile is small but sincere. She's less worried about herself; she could survive alone. She could make her way somewhere. Her friends, though... her friends, she worries about. If she knew they were going to wind up somewhere safe, she'd feel less guilt over staying here with him for so long. For enjoying it.
But if what the Fae say is true, it could also have been hundreds of years. She doesn't know. She just thinks that if anyone can figure out how to get them home it's probably Erik, and now she knows that if he does, she may still be able to see him again after.
This is a good trip, even excluding the animal petting, which obviously elevates it to a great trip. )
Gracias.
( She says, so busy smiling up at him she almost misses it — until it registers. A hand shoots out toward him on instinct, curling around his wrist, a silent don't move, and she tilts her head.
Keen hearing, keener smell. Something rustling underbrush, something alive and smelling like earth and fur and petrichor. There is something coming. )
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But if what the Fae say is true, it could also have been hundreds of years. She doesn't know. She just thinks that if anyone can figure out how to get them home it's probably Erik, and now she knows that if he does, she may still be able to see him again after.
This is a good trip, even excluding the animal petting, which obviously elevates it to a great trip. )
Gracias.
( She says, so busy smiling up at him she almost misses it — until it registers. A hand shoots out toward him on instinct, curling around his wrist, a silent don't move, and she tilts her head.
Keen hearing, keener smell. Something rustling underbrush, something alive and smelling like earth and fur and petrichor. There is something coming. )