[ He just touched a stone that caused some weird projection on the wall (which he didn't even catch or understand the implication of, so overwhelmed by having to relive that very tragic moment in his life) and broke down in crying in front of a stranger—well, no, the least he could do is call her a friend for this. He's a mess and putting his trust and faith in her to keep her safe. He's embarrassed to high hell and feels like he should do nothing but apologize but he doesn't protest. She's already proven herself an assured young woman at that festival, she knows what she's doing, and like hell he'll argue with anyone who just scooped him up like that. He just focuses on the rhythmic scrape of her heels on the ground and how it echoes down tunnel, and how even that grows more distant when they emerge out the other side. It's oddly soothing. Over time his hiccupping breaths simmer down and his acute headache transitions to a more appropriate "just had a big cry" kind of diffuse stuffy ache. His feet sway limply with each step she makes, trusting her cradling hold fully. He needed this. ]
Thank you. [ He murmurs, daring to lift his head up to her shoulder as light enters his peripheral vision again. His face is puffy and red but through her strength he finds the reassurance to talk a little more, albeit softly. ]
I don't know what happened in there. That stone...
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Thank you. [ He murmurs, daring to lift his head up to her shoulder as light enters his peripheral vision again. His face is puffy and red but through her strength he finds the reassurance to talk a little more, albeit softly. ]
I don't know what happened in there. That stone...