What? ( Astrid looks blankly at Abella; she had completely forgotten there was another reason the other woman had come here to begin with, before they’d gotten derailed by Pocketcat and fables and personal histories. She squints, then: )
( She shakes her head. It feels so silly, now, to have reached out with that question. )
The Avaar feel like the closest thing to home, so I... I was going to ask if you'd be my emergency contact. I know we just talked about a lot of ways things are different, though, so if you'd rather not I totally get it.
( Caught off-guard; it’s not what she was expecting at all. Astrid herself had sat down at the infirmary, gotten someone to transcribe her answers, then moved on and not thought of the questionnaire again. She hadn’t even named anyone in Riftwatch as an emergency contact; it was just her living family back at Wulfhold.
But Abella’s a rifter. She doesn’t have family here.
( It looks like Abella might be about to cry again, but this time there's a smile.
Her relief is palpable, and she throws her arms around Astrid. Maybe all her gratitude can be shown in a hug, because words aren't easy when your breathing is shaky. )
( Astrid automatically eases into the embrace, arms around Abella in turn. The Avvar gives good hugs: she’s a little on the skinny side but it’s solid, her arms strong as she crushes Abella to her, face briefly buried in her neck.
How long has it been since she’s been hugged by someone? A while.
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I guess not— What was it?
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( She shakes her head. It feels so silly, now, to have reached out with that question. )
The Avaar feel like the closest thing to home, so I... I was going to ask if you'd be my emergency contact. I know we just talked about a lot of ways things are different, though, so if you'd rather not I totally get it.
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( Caught off-guard; it’s not what she was expecting at all. Astrid herself had sat down at the infirmary, gotten someone to transcribe her answers, then moved on and not thought of the questionnaire again. She hadn’t even named anyone in Riftwatch as an emergency contact; it was just her living family back at Wulfhold.
But Abella’s a rifter. She doesn’t have family here.
So the answer comes immediate, unhesitating: )
Selvsagt. Of course. I’d be fucking honoured.
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Her relief is palpable, and she throws her arms around Astrid. Maybe all her gratitude can be shown in a hug, because words aren't easy when your breathing is shaky. )
Takk.
🎀
How long has it been since she’s been hugged by someone? A while.
It’s nice. )