[It's an unusual request, but not one that creates immediate suspicion. By now, she has to reluctantly concede that she needs the help more than anything else at the moment. She nods.] Ah...um, alright. I won't. [He's a blurry shape from where she's sitting — frustrated, she removes her glasses to rub at her eyes...
And he's clear. Everything is. She blinks once, twice...as if to knock herself out of a daze, but this doesn't change. The glasses stay clenched in one of her fists; she doesn't have the heart to throw them away.
Her own movement is sluggish, halting. She follows him through the trees on foot, leaning against tree trunks when she can, stopping to rest, to breathe. It's hard to, for some reason.
The laughter that had startled her so bubbles up in odd intervals. No matter how far they move, it stays at a distance.]
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And he's clear. Everything is. She blinks once, twice...as if to knock herself out of a daze, but this doesn't change. The glasses stay clenched in one of her fists; she doesn't have the heart to throw them away.
Her own movement is sluggish, halting. She follows him through the trees on foot, leaning against tree trunks when she can, stopping to rest, to breathe. It's hard to, for some reason.
The laughter that had startled her so bubbles up in odd intervals. No matter how far they move, it stays at a distance.]