[ At the very least, she's grateful that when it comes to moving, Diluc seems to be trying to be careful. After all, with the injuries being bad enough to knock him out for several hours, she's sure that all it will take to re-open them is a small moveโ maybe that means she's worrying more than she should, but she can't quite help herself.
Not that she's really focusing on the worry right now. What's on her mind is rather a flurry of things, thoughts she's not sure she could successfully explain even if given a thousand words and pictures to go with them; there's a lot, and they're uncomfortable, leave her feeling sick and like she wants to just cry and scream and break things until there's nothing left to break.
The lips on her crown, though, they're somehow soothingโ and there's a hot flush of shame that runs through her in the very next moment, temporarily displacing the other thoughts even as the tears keep running down her cheeks, the sobs continue to catch in her throat.
When she speaks, her voice is rough, thick with the tears and broken as her lungs attempt to force sobs of quick breath, movements she herself tries to prevent. ]
I'mโ I'm sorry. You're the one who's hurt, you shouldn't have to... I shouldn't be like this.
[ Never mind that it's because of him, is another thought deep within the maelstrom of her mind, whispering things she's not yet ready to know. ]
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Not that she's really focusing on the worry right now. What's on her mind is rather a flurry of things, thoughts she's not sure she could successfully explain even if given a thousand words and pictures to go with them; there's a lot, and they're uncomfortable, leave her feeling sick and like she wants to just cry and scream and break things until there's nothing left to break.
The lips on her crown, though, they're somehow soothingโ and there's a hot flush of shame that runs through her in the very next moment, temporarily displacing the other thoughts even as the tears keep running down her cheeks, the sobs continue to catch in her throat.
When she speaks, her voice is rough, thick with the tears and broken as her lungs attempt to force sobs of quick breath, movements she herself tries to prevent. ]
I'mโ I'm sorry. You're the one who's hurt, you shouldn't have to... I shouldn't be like this.
[ Never mind that it's because of him, is another thought deep within the maelstrom of her mind, whispering things she's not yet ready to know. ]