She looks back at him and even though she tries not to, she remembers.
A split, hanging second where her leg curls over his shoulder and her hand is at the curve of his neck and she can feel the warm skin at the edge of his shirt collar right before he flings her out and down –
She tries for a smile, anything that might be a little comforting, and wishes she couldn't still hear him saying I almost killed you in that desperate, horrified voice.
He's on her right side; she can't even reach to squeeze his hand. All she can do is make her smile a little stronger, fill it with all the faith in him she has. "I'm glad they'll help," she says, and it's probably to Shuri, even though she's still looking at him. "Every little bit, right?"
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A split, hanging second where her leg curls over his shoulder and her hand is at the curve of his neck and she can feel the warm skin at the edge of his shirt collar right before he flings her out and down –
She tries for a smile, anything that might be a little comforting, and wishes she couldn't still hear him saying I almost killed you in that desperate, horrified voice.
He's on her right side; she can't even reach to squeeze his hand. All she can do is make her smile a little stronger, fill it with all the faith in him she has. "I'm glad they'll help," she says, and it's probably to Shuri, even though she's still looking at him. "Every little bit, right?"