[ As horrible of a state she might be in at the moment? It would be far worse if he was not present. Even with swirl of emotions and thoughts in her own mind, he is there as a rock and shield to ground and hide her. Otherwise she might face the cold room and emotions alone. She would rather this than anything else. Even if she still struggles with admitting it to herself.
Her hand curls around his the moment it reaches for hers. Regardless of the state of mind, the emotions, or the distance she might be? She will always find a way to be present for him and Yugi. The comfort she offers might pale in comparison to what she could once give, but that will not stop her. She strives to always be there when he reaches out and does not expect him to return the notion.
There is no doubt in her mind it is the body he shares that needs the rest. The adjustment to time zones after such a long flight, the new surroundings, and her condition must have piled up on the two of them. All the more reason for her to attempt to keep all of what ails her to herself. Oh, she will try, but Atem has a skill set of pulling things from her even if she wishes them to be hidden still.
Her hand squeezes his to show that she is aware he is awake. Her movements are stiff and short, given the throbbing cold ache that is in her shoulders. The cold is in the air and in the room and yet it also feels as if there is a coldness inside her body. One that is the source of the pain her body feels. She remains still as she has once he pulls the heavy blanket around them. It's the touch of his fingers across her cheeks that finally makes her stir.
She's told herself she would not ask more of him or Yugi. She will be content with what they have given her and there is more they should give. The simple motion of him brushing his fingers against her skin rekindles that need for intimacy. The need takes over and she leans instantly into his touch, cheek pressing against his fingers as her eyes remain shut.
No, she did not sleep well - far from it. The pain has made it impossible to sleep as well as the inability to feel warm. Her free hand remains curled around his waist, not moving to find warmer shelter. In a way she feels paralyzed and unable to move or decide what to do other than chase the small notions of affection he gives. Should he ever move his hands to her back, he might find how tight the muscles are and how ice cold the skin is to the touch.
Pryna, meanwhile, barks again before making her away to the bedroom door. Her steps echo in the room. Then, the sound of the door rattling. She leaves the room and the door makes a small click as it closes. ]
they'll get better--- I HOPE? :'(
Her hand curls around his the moment it reaches for hers. Regardless of the state of mind, the emotions, or the distance she might be? She will always find a way to be present for him and Yugi. The comfort she offers might pale in comparison to what she could once give, but that will not stop her. She strives to always be there when he reaches out and does not expect him to return the notion.
There is no doubt in her mind it is the body he shares that needs the rest. The adjustment to time zones after such a long flight, the new surroundings, and her condition must have piled up on the two of them. All the more reason for her to attempt to keep all of what ails her to herself. Oh, she will try, but Atem has a skill set of pulling things from her even if she wishes them to be hidden still.
Her hand squeezes his to show that she is aware he is awake. Her movements are stiff and short, given the throbbing cold ache that is in her shoulders. The cold is in the air and in the room and yet it also feels as if there is a coldness inside her body. One that is the source of the pain her body feels. She remains still as she has once he pulls the heavy blanket around them. It's the touch of his fingers across her cheeks that finally makes her stir.
She's told herself she would not ask more of him or Yugi. She will be content with what they have given her and there is more they should give. The simple motion of him brushing his fingers against her skin rekindles that need for intimacy. The need takes over and she leans instantly into his touch, cheek pressing against his fingers as her eyes remain shut.
No, she did not sleep well - far from it. The pain has made it impossible to sleep as well as the inability to feel warm. Her free hand remains curled around his waist, not moving to find warmer shelter. In a way she feels paralyzed and unable to move or decide what to do other than chase the small notions of affection he gives. Should he ever move his hands to her back, he might find how tight the muscles are and how ice cold the skin is to the touch.
Pryna, meanwhile, barks again before making her away to the bedroom door. Her steps echo in the room. Then, the sound of the door rattling. She leaves the room and the door makes a small click as it closes. ]