[ Gamora listens, however distantly, to Peter and the subsequent responses. It's reassuring, at least, to know that no one else is experiencing something like this (or it would be if she could focus on it), but she's more preoccupied with the heat swimming in her vision. ]
My hearing is still just fine, Peter.
[ Though she's taken the opportunity to lean against the counter, stopping her pacing as she tries for that slow, grounding breathing.
... It only works so much.
She also pulls the towel from the back of her neck, because it's already warmed through, and she drops it somewhat unceremoniously onto the counter beside her. ]
Just— come here.
[ She sounds far less steady than she did before, and when she raises her eyes to look at him, her pupils have almost completely swallowed up that ring of brown. ]
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My hearing is still just fine, Peter.
[ Though she's taken the opportunity to lean against the counter, stopping her pacing as she tries for that slow, grounding breathing.
... It only works so much.
She also pulls the towel from the back of her neck, because it's already warmed through, and she drops it somewhat unceremoniously onto the counter beside her. ]
Just— come here.
[ She sounds far less steady than she did before, and when she raises her eyes to look at him, her pupils have almost completely swallowed up that ring of brown. ]