[ His movements are slow, sitting next to her on the small bed - and then taking a moment to adjust to the lightheaded daze he feels despite his care. Fucking illness.
For a moment he sits very still and just considers. But then he shifts to lay down on his back, still slow. Maybe it would be more dramatic if everything didn't vaguely hurt already. (Again: fucking illness.)
[ She stays sitting upright for the time it takes him to straighten his body out, to present some semblance of relaxation even though apprehension might run just underneath the surface of his skin like a current of electricity. Her head might still feel too big, padded and packed, everything is gross, and she would like to wash her face, but whatever this is takes precedence.
There's no certainty regarding it, and Claire doesn't press for any, but she's glad that he is at least off of the floor. And that she doesn't have to walk back to her cot judging by the way he takes her hand again once she's laying down again. Her head feels less humongous this way, and she moves around, slowly, until she is able to line her temple up with the rounded slope of his shoulder. Trying to knock out some of the anxiety in her chest, Claire takes a breath and then lets it out. Her head swims, so she shuts her eyes. ]
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For a moment he sits very still and just considers. But then he shifts to lay down on his back, still slow. Maybe it would be more dramatic if everything didn't vaguely hurt already. (Again: fucking illness.)
Severus takes her hand again. Lightly. ]
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There's no certainty regarding it, and Claire doesn't press for any, but she's glad that he is at least off of the floor. And that she doesn't have to walk back to her cot judging by the way he takes her hand again once she's laying down again. Her head feels less humongous this way, and she moves around, slowly, until she is able to line her temple up with the rounded slope of his shoulder. Trying to knock out some of the anxiety in her chest, Claire takes a breath and then lets it out. Her head swims, so she shuts her eyes. ]