[Wendy doesn’t know a thing. Only whatever August tells and shows her. From there it’s nothing but inference, the woman doing her best to connect the dots without jumping to too many conclusions - an extraordinary feat in itself. He’s such a mystery, one she might be able to solve someday. But it’s still early. Much too soon. They have time - if they ever make it out of this cursed place.]
Thank you. [She repeats herself because she’s at a loss otherwise. She could thank him a million times, but she stops it at two.]
Hm? [He’s telling her to close her eyes, but she’s already beaten him to it. Her eyes are doing the longest blinks. They feel so heavy.] Oh. Mm. [The slightest nod.]
Don’t let me sleep too long, okay? [A little smile. A sleepy one. She can’t hide her exhaustion, especially now that she’s sprawled out and resting on a somewhat okay mattress. Of course he’ll be there when she wakes up. She was there for him.] I trust you.
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Thank you. [She repeats herself because she’s at a loss otherwise. She could thank him a million times, but she stops it at two.]
Hm? [He’s telling her to close her eyes, but she’s already beaten him to it. Her eyes are doing the longest blinks. They feel so heavy.] Oh. Mm. [The slightest nod.]
Don’t let me sleep too long, okay? [A little smile. A sleepy one. She can’t hide her exhaustion, especially now that she’s sprawled out and resting on a somewhat okay mattress. Of course he’ll be there when she wakes up. She was there for him.] I trust you.