[He watches her stir, come to wakefulness in a slow and heavy way that he would never have expected from the hawk-eyed woman at his side a week ago. Liem sees her lift her head from its pillowed position in the crook of her arm, and sees her open her one remaining eye to meet his gaze.
The expression that spreads over his face is just as slow and weary as she looks, but it is intensely grateful.]
You brought me here?
[She doesn't need to answer; he knows she did. Like the details of an especially vivid dream, he remembers her hand plucking him from the forest floor and her determination accompanying him during the rest of the dark, friendless night that followed. Her presence had been rough and jagged and pain-filled, but it wasn't loneliness, and that made it a comfort as he'd nestled close to her labouring heart.
He finds the strength to crawl further out of the gaping wound in his chrysalis, hauling first one leg out and then the other so he can slump with a sigh down next to it.]
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The expression that spreads over his face is just as slow and weary as she looks, but it is intensely grateful.]
You brought me here?
[She doesn't need to answer; he knows she did. Like the details of an especially vivid dream, he remembers her hand plucking him from the forest floor and her determination accompanying him during the rest of the dark, friendless night that followed. Her presence had been rough and jagged and pain-filled, but it wasn't loneliness, and that made it a comfort as he'd nestled close to her labouring heart.
He finds the strength to crawl further out of the gaping wound in his chrysalis, hauling first one leg out and then the other so he can slump with a sigh down next to it.]
Thank you.