[ five minutes is four minutes too long -- even with the mug of tea in hand, although she takes it with a thoughtful glance. oh, god. seeing him makes her heart fill and she worries she might threaten tears all over again. she's on her feet and she meets him just within the doorway -- rushing him with attention as both dogs scatter into the hallway. her teeth grit; she touches his wrist before she touches the cup.
good lord, he's real he's here he's hers. ]
-- One guard dog wasn't enough? [ she asks, her voice strained. despite all the sleep she's had she looks tired. worn around her edges. she swears she can still smell the desert dust in the air and feel the too-hot sun on her skin.
she drinks the tea too fast and burns her tongue. heaven above, she's thirsty. wandering in the heat of the day has left her feeling parched and thinned out. ]
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Date: 2017-09-01 02:03 pm (UTC)good lord, he's real he's here he's hers. ]
-- One guard dog wasn't enough? [ she asks, her voice strained. despite all the sleep she's had she looks tired. worn around her edges. she swears she can still smell the desert dust in the air and feel the too-hot sun on her skin.
she drinks the tea too fast and burns her tongue. heaven above, she's thirsty. wandering in the heat of the day has left her feeling parched and thinned out. ]