[Once more, Lydia isn't expecting Allison to do what she does. But this time, she doesn't object to it. She leans back against her even as she shakes her head.
She carefully shifts Duchess in her hands so she can free one of them, which she hold on to Allison's arm with a moment later. And then she focus on what she's saying, on what she's reminding her. On the fact that yes, she's there. And hopefully this time for good.]
You don't know. You didn't know. [She whispers after a moment, opening her eyes when she starts feeling calmer.]
It's okay. [Allison's okay. She's there. Not cold and still on the floor, but warm and breathing, standing there with her.]
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She carefully shifts Duchess in her hands so she can free one of them, which she hold on to Allison's arm with a moment later. And then she focus on what she's saying, on what she's reminding her. On the fact that yes, she's there. And hopefully this time for good.]
You don't know. You didn't know. [She whispers after a moment, opening her eyes when she starts feeling calmer.]
It's okay. [Allison's okay. She's there. Not cold and still on the floor, but warm and breathing, standing there with her.]