[ She doesn't need to be told twice. Castiel's weak enough Ciri doesn't necessarily trust him to catch her, but even if he doesn't, he's something to land on (sorry, Cas). Without hesitation, Ciri releases her grip on the stone, skidding down on top of the angel, who's already waiting with the shroud.
She catches on quickly, and huddles up against him to make sure it covers them both. Presses her face into his shoulder to muffle her breath, too quick and ragged after the exertion when her body's already fucked up.
The questing, bony leg scrapes the stone above their heads. ]
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She catches on quickly, and huddles up against him to make sure it covers them both. Presses her face into his shoulder to muffle her breath, too quick and ragged after the exertion when her body's already fucked up.
The questing, bony leg scrapes the stone above their heads. ]