[ At least Gray doesn't look especially alarmed to be told about her newly difficult circumstances -- if only because that feels self-evident to her after the void-walking and the walking up in a giant crystal cocoon. As her hand slips out of his, focus settles warily over her hooded gaze. She won't deny that she's easily overwhelmed or even that she's rapidly reaching that point, but the reality is that she has no choice but to understand as much as she can. She's never been as truly alone as this.
That thought sends another wave of anxiety through her. She lifts a hand to her heart and feels how it pounds under her fingertips, willing its rhythm to ground her in the present. She takes a breath. ]
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That thought sends another wave of anxiety through her. She lifts a hand to her heart and feels how it pounds under her fingertips, willing its rhythm to ground her in the present. She takes a breath. ]
... Yes. Please tell me.