She can do that, at least, and she parts her lips for the water, reaching up to steady the glass (as much as she actually can). The water is good, perfect for her suddenly-parched throat, though she eventually ends up nudging the glass away with a small wince before she forgets to breathe through drinking it. ]
Are you—
[ Her words catch on something hoarse, but she clears her throat, tries again. ]
You almost— are you—
[ She grimaces as she tries to speak, but it's getting harder the more uneven she feels, the more her head spins and how difficult it's become for her to keep her eyes open. She reaches out, curling fingers at his shoulder lightly for something— grounding. Something outside of this burning, all-consuming heat. ]
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She can do that, at least, and she parts her lips for the water, reaching up to steady the glass (as much as she actually can). The water is good, perfect for her suddenly-parched throat, though she eventually ends up nudging the glass away with a small wince before she forgets to breathe through drinking it. ]
Are you—
[ Her words catch on something hoarse, but she clears her throat, tries again. ]
You almost— are you—
[ She grimaces as she tries to speak, but it's getting harder the more uneven she feels, the more her head spins and how difficult it's become for her to keep her eyes open. She reaches out, curling fingers at his shoulder lightly for something— grounding. Something outside of this burning, all-consuming heat. ]