[ Ilde knows what is happening to Angel all too well. It has happened to her a number of times since she has come to this new world, this new life. One could call it some kind of panic attack, or a flashback, but with the many oddities of the symbiote involved, it became something so much worse, something soul deep that paralyzed in a flash. That was not the reaction was attempting to inspire in Angel, but she is hardly surprised. Such fits came like a strike of lightning, with little warning of their severity before it was much too late.
For all her understanding, she is not experienced with comforting others, she is not entirely sure what to do. No offerings from anyone else have ever really helped her, it is something she has always resolved herself. All she can do is react to what Angel feels like she needs, even if she can't fully understand its meaning. She lets Angel put her hand at her neck, and with the other Ilde loops her arm loosely around the other girl's waist, to keep control of the situation should Angel's weight sag once more.
There is a deep frown of concern on her face, severe, almost angry. Although if she is angry with anyone, it is with herself. She is beginning to feel as though she can do nothing but cause harm, the weight of the guilt the Prince wishes her to feel beginning to gather, but not to the effect he hoped. She lowers her forehead to Angel's shoulder and pushes those emotions out of range, there is no need for them when she is already suffering.
This is the most intimate situation she has ever been in, the most physically close, but she hardly notices that, instead listening to Angel's breathing and heartbeat to be sure she will not suddenly faint. ]
...It's alright.
[ Not the sort of thing she usually says, but she does not mean that everything will be alright. She means that she too knows such pain and panic, that it will pass, that there is no shame in being overcome. ]
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For all her understanding, she is not experienced with comforting others, she is not entirely sure what to do. No offerings from anyone else have ever really helped her, it is something she has always resolved herself. All she can do is react to what Angel feels like she needs, even if she can't fully understand its meaning. She lets Angel put her hand at her neck, and with the other Ilde loops her arm loosely around the other girl's waist, to keep control of the situation should Angel's weight sag once more.
There is a deep frown of concern on her face, severe, almost angry. Although if she is angry with anyone, it is with herself. She is beginning to feel as though she can do nothing but cause harm, the weight of the guilt the Prince wishes her to feel beginning to gather, but not to the effect he hoped. She lowers her forehead to Angel's shoulder and pushes those emotions out of range, there is no need for them when she is already suffering.
This is the most intimate situation she has ever been in, the most physically close, but she hardly notices that, instead listening to Angel's breathing and heartbeat to be sure she will not suddenly faint. ]
...It's alright.
[ Not the sort of thing she usually says, but she does not mean that everything will be alright. She means that she too knows such pain and panic, that it will pass, that there is no shame in being overcome. ]