Elsa, eyes closed a moment when he leans so near, is unsure by what gauge to measure if she believes his words. If he would lie to her. It is self-evident, now: he would. How can she know if he does, when she knew none of what was in his heart until it was plunged into her body? Time has passed, that much is clear, and the cold and clawing thing she thinks must be her own heart says Vor, I know him, and another, quieter voice whispers still? and is not yet unkind enough to wonder ever?
Her nod is a shaky assent. Not here. She doesn't know where here is, precisely, but if he means to take her away from the water then she is glad of that, at least -
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before.
Elsa, eyes closed a moment when he leans so near, is unsure by what gauge to measure if she believes his words. If he would lie to her. It is self-evident, now: he would. How can she know if he does, when she knew none of what was in his heart until it was plunged into her body? Time has passed, that much is clear, and the cold and clawing thing she thinks must be her own heart says Vor, I know him, and another, quieter voice whispers still? and is not yet unkind enough to wonder ever?
Her nod is a shaky assent. Not here. She doesn't know where here is, precisely, but if he means to take her away from the water then she is glad of that, at least -
at least that. And then, the rest.
She pushes herself up.