[ she cradles Inann's head, tucking their forehead under her chin. it's disgusting. she can feel their exposed flesh against her skin. They stink like blood and bile. ]
I- you're here now. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you.
[ This should be comforting, except it absolutely isn't. There's nothing Inanna can do but sit there and let her hold them, and it feels so strange—disconcerting. There are too many things they can't help but expect to feel; the press of her against their chest, the weight of arms around their waist. All those things they simply don't have now. It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of a stomach they don't have.
Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]
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I- you're here now. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you.
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Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]
I know you will.