[At first, Angel looked not at the man, but at the door nearby. She'd been so caught up in her own emotional stupor, their lengthy conversation, that she hadn't realized how close they'd come. Earlier, she'd thought the distance, however short it actually had been, was an impossible one to surmount.]
[Somehow, she'd made it.]
[Slowly though, her attention turned to the strange man, the mage as he'd said. Her expression was still tight, trying to keep herself together in the face of every ache and tremble still coursing through her. Still though, she tried to force her gratitude to her face -- a tight smile that likely looked more like a grimace.]
Thank you. [It was the only thing she could think to say. In the face of everything he had done -- from comforting her to guiding her. She'd been wary of him at first, or perhaps wary for him. He'd proven to be a stalwart companion though.]
[Another time, when her brain wasn't so focused on keeping herself in one piece, she'd manage a more in-depth statement of her gratitude. For now, this would have to be enough.]
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[Somehow, she'd made it.]
[Slowly though, her attention turned to the strange man, the mage as he'd said. Her expression was still tight, trying to keep herself together in the face of every ache and tremble still coursing through her. Still though, she tried to force her gratitude to her face -- a tight smile that likely looked more like a grimace.]
Thank you. [It was the only thing she could think to say. In the face of everything he had done -- from comforting her to guiding her. She'd been wary of him at first, or perhaps wary for him. He'd proven to be a stalwart companion though.]
[Another time, when her brain wasn't so focused on keeping herself in one piece, she'd manage a more in-depth statement of her gratitude. For now, this would have to be enough.]