[ Ciri doesn't even protest the silly term of endearment. It sounds affectionate when Julie says it, a warmth and understanding in her voice that nearly makes her start crying again. For a few moments, Ciri just... lets herself be held, relaxing into the embrace and closing her eyes, taking a few long, grounding breaths. Julie always smells nice.
An unending few weeks is certainly one way to put it. Ciri would have slipped a fucking in there for good measure, too.
She manages a faint -- but genuine -- smile as Julie wipes her face. And she allows it, the small comfort in this place, a step away from reality. Not that she particularly cares about the cold cell or the lumpy little cot her physical body is on; that's the least of her worries, not even worth bringing up. ]
You're right. [ Both of them. She pulls away, rubbing her eyes and undoing most of Julie's work with the makeup wipe. ]
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An unending few weeks is certainly one way to put it. Ciri would have slipped a fucking in there for good measure, too.
She manages a faint -- but genuine -- smile as Julie wipes her face. And she allows it, the small comfort in this place, a step away from reality. Not that she particularly cares about the cold cell or the lumpy little cot her physical body is on; that's the least of her worries, not even worth bringing up. ]
You're right. [ Both of them. She pulls away, rubbing her eyes and undoing most of Julie's work with the makeup wipe. ]
I will sleep better tonight, at least.
Take care of yourself too, Julie.