[ Siffrin all but crawls as close as they can to Yoru, trembling terribly as leaves in a storm as they clutch at him with one hand near to match Yoru's own, face pressed hard into his shoulder as they try to calm down.
The warmth helps. The touch helps. The scent, beneath blood and mud and wet, helps too.
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The warmth helps. The touch helps. The scent, beneath blood and mud and wet, helps too.
(y you
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breathe in
harshly, you breathe
in
all you can do is breathe in right now) ]