[One of her wind chimes that hangs from the ceiling, softly tingles as if to welcome them back. The lights in her room are dim and the illusory outside reflects a dark evening sky.
Amelia's chest rises and falls as she lays against Gale's chest, her arms slackening, but not away from him. For a long moment, all is silent with only the barely perceptible tick of one of her clocks filling the air.
She finally speaks up, quietly and wearily.]
It's not your fault.
[She repeats herself for his sake. Just being here for her and holding her like this helps somewhat.]
no subject
Amelia's chest rises and falls as she lays against Gale's chest, her arms slackening, but not away from him. For a long moment, all is silent with only the barely perceptible tick of one of her clocks filling the air.
She finally speaks up, quietly and wearily.]
It's not your fault.
[She repeats herself for his sake. Just being here for her and holding her like this helps somewhat.]