[Even having just been ripped from sleep, there is nary a chance that Sieglinde could forget that face. Or rather, that helmet... thing. It belongs to the man who had introduced himself to her at that very first information session she'd attended for Zenith... the man who had called himself a Delver.]
Master Bondrewd--
[She almost flinches away, having not expected him, of all people, to be by her makeshift bedside, but in the end the warmth and almost protective clasp of his hands forbids her from doing so. He is grounding, in that moment, when she has so little that seemed real, when she is surrounded by ghosts, and she...
Sieglinde's hand tightens on his. She swallows.]
I do not believe now is the time for that, of all things...
[But that isn't a no on having her hair fixed. In fact, she imagined it would mean he was... helping. Capable of just being a help instead of taking everything on to be the helper.]
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Master Bondrewd--
[She almost flinches away, having not expected him, of all people, to be by her makeshift bedside, but in the end the warmth and almost protective clasp of his hands forbids her from doing so. He is grounding, in that moment, when she has so little that seemed real, when she is surrounded by ghosts, and she...
Sieglinde's hand tightens on his. She swallows.]
I do not believe now is the time for that, of all things...
[But that isn't a no on having her hair fixed. In fact, she imagined it would mean he was... helping. Capable of just being a help instead of taking everything on to be the helper.]