[Shepard joins him ere long, her hair still plastered-wet to her head, clothes soaked, boots long-ago taken off and stowed... somewhere in here, among the greenery. She isn't sure exactly where, and there isn't light enough to look. Whatever this big scaly island does in the night, they're all subject to its whims, ultimately, because there's not a damned thing any of them can do about it.
Hell, as she heaves herself down, she can just about barely manage to stay upright, leaning in against his shoulder. The chill of the night is settling in, despite the oddly warm water, and somewhere out on the horizon a storm flashes lightning ominously. And yet, the magic of the goddess she may yet one day become still lives under her skin, and Shepard is radiating heat.]
Hey, Garrus. It's good to have you back. [Damn, but she's tired. All Shepard wants is to just curl up in his arms and sleep. But they're who knows where, with who knows what on the horizon. No plan, no navigation, no control, and no supply. Even so, looking at him, she can't help but feel hopeful.] You okay?
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Hell, as she heaves herself down, she can just about barely manage to stay upright, leaning in against his shoulder. The chill of the night is settling in, despite the oddly warm water, and somewhere out on the horizon a storm flashes lightning ominously. And yet, the magic of the goddess she may yet one day become still lives under her skin, and Shepard is radiating heat.]
Hey, Garrus. It's good to have you back. [Damn, but she's tired. All Shepard wants is to just curl up in his arms and sleep. But they're who knows where, with who knows what on the horizon. No plan, no navigation, no control, and no supply. Even so, looking at him, she can't help but feel hopeful.] You okay?