[ she breathes a sigh, because that's one less person she has to worry about locating — but she doesn't mention the name, the face that's still nagging at the back of her thoughts, how her concern only grows the more time that passes without hide nor red hair of her, how there's every possibility that she might not have made it off the ship and then —
she shakes her head, even though wanda can't see it, curling in on herself beneath the drape of blankets. ] No, I'm — I'm not alone. Sam's here with me. Some fishing boat happened to be passing by while we were in the water. They were collecting survivors, and... [ it's still awful for her to even think about, the sounds of the screaming she could hear from a distance before ultimately falling silent, an aspect of history she's read about more times than she can count and yet no amount of what she'd absorbed in school could have ever prepared her for how terrible it truly was. ]
We're okay. We're all okay. That's all that matters.
[ there's something in the silence, and though she can't see her, can't spell exactly what she it is, she can tell that there's something that still has dana shaken. but then again, what wouldn't — everything that's happened, the sinking and the trauma that comes with it, this place, it's too much too fast.
but she's relieved when she hears that at the very least dana's with someone; she doesn't know much about sam aside from what she's heard directly from her roommate, but there's enough to know she can trust in him to keep her safe. ]
Okay. [ she says quietly, though she means to say much more than that. as soon as the word slips though, she finds her eyes growing damp, throat tightening. she can't tell if it's from the relief or her body still trying to overcome everything. ]
I'm — I'm really glad you're safe. I want to see you, but — we should both stay low for a while. Try to stay in cover for as long as you can, okay? Don't wander if you don't have to.
[ it's a little absent at first, when it leaves her, like she's already distracted thinking about something else — and to an extent, she is, mind racing ahead to everything she feels so much more cut off from down here. she hadn't realized how much she's come to rely on her increased senses — smell, hearing, vision — until she came down and it felt like every inch of that water enclosed her in too, dulled her ability to distinguish as easily as she could before. even now, she has to resist the urge to shake her head like she's trying to clear the water out of her ears.
but wanda's voice pulls her back from that self-induced reverie and she straightens up from where she's seated, voice firmer this time. ]
Yeah, you too. I don't — I can't tell for sure, but I think there's something out there. In the dark. I've been hearing things, but... I don't know what they are. And I really don't want to get close enough to find out.
[ maybe sometimes she's been braver than this, more confident to dare to conquer what's in the shadows. but they're vulnerable here, and she isn't willing to take the chance right now, especially not if it means putting her friends at risk. ]
If we can avoid encountering what it is that's there, that's probably the best idea. We shouldn't take any risks here.
[ she'll openly admit that she's terrified, evident in her voice, the shakiness of her hands as she curls her fingers tight in her lap. ]
Just stay safe. I'll find you when we get the chance, okay?
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[ she breathes a sigh, because that's one less person she has to worry about locating — but she doesn't mention the name, the face that's still nagging at the back of her thoughts, how her concern only grows the more time that passes without hide nor red hair of her, how there's every possibility that she might not have made it off the ship and then —
she shakes her head, even though wanda can't see it, curling in on herself beneath the drape of blankets. ] No, I'm — I'm not alone. Sam's here with me. Some fishing boat happened to be passing by while we were in the water. They were collecting survivors, and... [ it's still awful for her to even think about, the sounds of the screaming she could hear from a distance before ultimately falling silent, an aspect of history she's read about more times than she can count and yet no amount of what she'd absorbed in school could have ever prepared her for how terrible it truly was. ]
We're okay. We're all okay. That's all that matters.
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but she's relieved when she hears that at the very least dana's with someone; she doesn't know much about sam aside from what she's heard directly from her roommate, but there's enough to know she can trust in him to keep her safe. ]
Okay. [ she says quietly, though she means to say much more than that. as soon as the word slips though, she finds her eyes growing damp, throat tightening. she can't tell if it's from the relief or her body still trying to overcome everything. ]
I'm — I'm really glad you're safe. I want to see you, but — we should both stay low for a while. Try to stay in cover for as long as you can, okay? Don't wander if you don't have to.
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[ it's a little absent at first, when it leaves her, like she's already distracted thinking about something else — and to an extent, she is, mind racing ahead to everything she feels so much more cut off from down here. she hadn't realized how much she's come to rely on her increased senses — smell, hearing, vision — until she came down and it felt like every inch of that water enclosed her in too, dulled her ability to distinguish as easily as she could before. even now, she has to resist the urge to shake her head like she's trying to clear the water out of her ears.
but wanda's voice pulls her back from that self-induced reverie and she straightens up from where she's seated, voice firmer this time. ]
Yeah, you too. I don't — I can't tell for sure, but I think there's something out there. In the dark. I've been hearing things, but... I don't know what they are. And I really don't want to get close enough to find out.
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[ maybe sometimes she's been braver than this, more confident to dare to conquer what's in the shadows. but they're vulnerable here, and she isn't willing to take the chance right now, especially not if it means putting her friends at risk. ]
If we can avoid encountering what it is that's there, that's probably the best idea. We shouldn't take any risks here.
[ she'll openly admit that she's terrified, evident in her voice, the shakiness of her hands as she curls her fingers tight in her lap. ]
Just stay safe. I'll find you when we get the chance, okay?