[ She's not hard to move, getting better, getting stronger, actually eating these days - but still less than she ought to. Bird boned, so she goes easy to the push. Exhaustion addled brain seeing the logic of it. The bed was soft, she could lay there for awhile, it would ask nothing from her.
In that way, she supposes her pillow will do instead of his shoulder. Groggily she, in turn, reaches for it. Going at his nudge the rest of the way with a fumbled heaviness. One day, one day, the bend and twist of limbs will feel seamless again, she reassures herself. For now, though, she curls up on her side, clutches the pillow into her with a clawed grip. Fixes her eyes, if still tired, on him where the rest of her face is hidden. Might be smiling there, but there's something else to it. Like she cannot quite believe that he'd let her cry on him like that. Like she cannot quite make him out, like a child looking at water ripples.
Or maybe she's still just a skittish animal and still expects a rebuke. But when it doesn't come, she doesn't have the energy to form the words, so it comes in dulled white noise. ]
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In that way, she supposes her pillow will do instead of his shoulder. Groggily she, in turn, reaches for it. Going at his nudge the rest of the way with a fumbled heaviness. One day, one day, the bend and twist of limbs will feel seamless again, she reassures herself. For now, though, she curls up on her side, clutches the pillow into her with a clawed grip. Fixes her eyes, if still tired, on him where the rest of her face is hidden. Might be smiling there, but there's something else to it. Like she cannot quite believe that he'd let her cry on him like that. Like she cannot quite make him out, like a child looking at water ripples.
Or maybe she's still just a skittish animal and still expects a rebuke. But when it doesn't come, she doesn't have the energy to form the words, so it comes in dulled white noise. ]
( Thank you. )