[ She nods, and falls quiet. Easier to do when her heart is still beating fast-fast-fast in the high of her throat. When her hands are shaking from the force of something that has long since left her, but she understand is never going to truly leave her, just like Parker's death, an emptiness that will never be whole.
She lets herself be guided the rest of the way without complaint, pushed and pulled like feathers in a breeze. The thank-you there in the clutch of her fingers against Ilde's, the steady breath she feels not in her mouth but against the press of Ilde's palm. No resistance to her at all, just a gentle bend to whatever she's asked from there out. ]
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She lets herself be guided the rest of the way without complaint, pushed and pulled like feathers in a breeze. The thank-you there in the clutch of her fingers against Ilde's, the steady breath she feels not in her mouth but against the press of Ilde's palm. No resistance to her at all, just a gentle bend to whatever she's asked from there out. ]