[Her mind is slow to process his words, but she gives a sluggish nod once she does. Her sense are returning, the pain in her chest is dulling to a throb instead of a stabbing sensation. He moves her hand, she feels the cool metal of his armor beneath her palm. And the motion, gentle but easy to follow.
In, out. In, out. She matches his breathing, slowly, her heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm, her lungs filling with blessed air.
Finally, Diana is able to focus her gaze on him, and the worry on his face hurts her more than the lack of oxygen had. She wants to be angry with him, to push him away and go back to the empty chamber--but something stops her, and it takes her a moment to figure out what it is.
Fear has gripped her insides, making her feel sick at the very thought of returning to that room and the possibility of a silent death.
Diana curls her fingers slightly into his chestplate, not really gripping it as she sits up, heedless of his protests. She only makes it partway, but she doesn't have the heart right now to push herself too far, as she normally might. Her arms are still shaking, one supporting her and the other still pressed against his chest. Everything aches, and she wants nothing more but to lie back down, but she can't let Shiro see her so weak. Not again. It isn't fair to him.
Her eyes search his face, uncertain what they're really looking for, and her voice is still quiet, but she pushes the words out anyway.]
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In, out. In, out. She matches his breathing, slowly, her heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm, her lungs filling with blessed air.
Finally, Diana is able to focus her gaze on him, and the worry on his face hurts her more than the lack of oxygen had. She wants to be angry with him, to push him away and go back to the empty chamber--but something stops her, and it takes her a moment to figure out what it is.
Fear has gripped her insides, making her feel sick at the very thought of returning to that room and the possibility of a silent death.
Diana curls her fingers slightly into his chestplate, not really gripping it as she sits up, heedless of his protests. She only makes it partway, but she doesn't have the heart right now to push herself too far, as she normally might. Her arms are still shaking, one supporting her and the other still pressed against his chest. Everything aches, and she wants nothing more but to lie back down, but she can't let Shiro see her so weak. Not again. It isn't fair to him.
Her eyes search his face, uncertain what they're really looking for, and her voice is still quiet, but she pushes the words out anyway.]
Thank you.