[Something goes out of Allison's posture at Lydia's explanation...a tension, a readiness, but it's not until the word Warden leaves her mouth that the cold, liquid stillness drains out of her eyes and her being.
She sags visibly, a rush of air leaving her as her head falls forward.]
I'm a Warden, too, I just got here...damn it, Lydia.
[There's no real heat in her words, and she swiftly jerks her hands out of Lydia's so she can pull her into another hug. The huntress is gone, and she's just Allison again: shaky with relief and overwhelmed once more with emotions she's had to work very hard to kill.
Lydia's a Warden. Somehow, she's here, and she's a Warden, and she's safe.
And that knowledge heals something in Allison she didn't realize was broken after choosing to leave her friends and family behind to take the Admiral's deal.]
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She sags visibly, a rush of air leaving her as her head falls forward.]
I'm a Warden, too, I just got here...damn it, Lydia.
[There's no real heat in her words, and she swiftly jerks her hands out of Lydia's so she can pull her into another hug. The huntress is gone, and she's just Allison again: shaky with relief and overwhelmed once more with emotions she's had to work very hard to kill.
Lydia's a Warden. Somehow, she's here, and she's a Warden, and she's safe.
And that knowledge heals something in Allison she didn't realize was broken after choosing to leave her friends and family behind to take the Admiral's deal.]