[ It would be easy to throw herself into a spiral of hysteria and panic. Everything from last night, or really, the last week had felt like an odd dream she had been awake for. A surreal haze felt like it touched everything over the last week including the trip into the desert, the attack and now this. But the feeling of Petra's hands on her shoulders grounds her and she takes in a shaky breath, bottom lip quivering if only just before she bites down on her bottom lip to stop it from becoming visible.
She leans her head lightly onto Petra's hand, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment to collect herself. Tears were not the solution to all of this. They couldn't be. And the last thing she wants is to be a burden to Petra who's worried just as much, if not more than she is. ]
Okay.
[ In the whispered word there's also a thank you for standing by her, for believing in her. For not leaving her alone and when her eyes open again there's a little more steadiness to her gaze. She gathers one of Petra's hand in hers giving it a squeeze before letting it slip through her fingers to begin a more meticulous search. ]
There has to be something. Maybe something was left behind in one of the cracks or the corners?
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She leans her head lightly onto Petra's hand, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment to collect herself. Tears were not the solution to all of this. They couldn't be. And the last thing she wants is to be a burden to Petra who's worried just as much, if not more than she is. ]
Okay.
[ In the whispered word there's also a thank you for standing by her, for believing in her. For not leaving her alone and when her eyes open again there's a little more steadiness to her gaze. She gathers one of Petra's hand in hers giving it a squeeze before letting it slip through her fingers to begin a more meticulous search. ]
There has to be something. Maybe something was left behind in one of the cracks or the corners?