[ Djeeta's spine straightens as Rosetta inspects her, in a fashion - this isn't the first time Rosetta has spoken to her this way, and it feels as innately calming as it always does. She relaxes, letting the small bit of bravado fade, absorbing as muh as she can from her words.
Still, the hand that had been about her neck to indicate to the tattoo shifts, down to her chest - pressing against her heart where it beats steadily. She's not panicked with Rosetta. Instead she feels that snapping of her life and Lyria's, distant, cut away from each other. It hurts. She shouldn't let herself be too clingy - she needs to be strong, even for Rosetta - even if she really just wants to hug her and not let go in this scary time. ]
I... I won't. [ She assures herself just as much as she assures Rosetta of this. Djeeta swallows hard, trying to smile, but her brows are knit together and the light doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]
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Still, the hand that had been about her neck to indicate to the tattoo shifts, down to her chest - pressing against her heart where it beats steadily. She's not panicked with Rosetta. Instead she feels that snapping of her life and Lyria's, distant, cut away from each other. It hurts. She shouldn't let herself be too clingy - she needs to be strong, even for Rosetta - even if she really just wants to hug her and not let go in this scary time. ]
I... I won't. [ She assures herself just as much as she assures Rosetta of this. Djeeta swallows hard, trying to smile, but her brows are knit together and the light doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]
Do you think... they're scared?