[ the force bond fills in what he won't say. an extra sense -- or an extra limb, more like. she intuits his intentions as easily as her own now. she passes the device off to him with a stubborn resentment that drives her to her feet and to the door.
for a while, she doesn't address him. only peers out the window at the storm, as if she'll be able to see from down here when it's liable to let up. some sinking part of her wonders if it never will, if the water will just flood in eventually because it rises high enough to swallow the whole level. ]
They'll come back for us.
[ she repeats it then, quieter, firmer. but her hands are fists now. already, though, her thoughts are spiraling to other possibilities for her to latch onto: rost could come looking for them instead. they won't just be left down here. they'll only have to remain until it's safe, until the storm ends. ]
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for a while, she doesn't address him. only peers out the window at the storm, as if she'll be able to see from down here when it's liable to let up. some sinking part of her wonders if it never will, if the water will just flood in eventually because it rises high enough to swallow the whole level. ]
They'll come back for us.
[ she repeats it then, quieter, firmer. but her hands are fists now. already, though, her thoughts are spiraling to other possibilities for her to latch onto: rost could come looking for them instead. they won't just be left down here. they'll only have to remain until it's safe, until the storm ends. ]