[ He's met with another sharp inhale, Eula's eyes snapping shut again in response to his further admission even as they start to creep open in the wake of hers. Honestly... honestly, it's still hitting her too. As much as she might try to tell herself it's the cold, or the unusual closeness, or any of those things, even lying back to back with him like this she can't ignore the insistence of it. ]
...Yes. Me too.
[ Her voice is quiet, as shaky as her breath feels as it whistles between her lips in soft clouds of heat against the cold night. Her arms tighten against her chest, the pressure there now feeling like she's wearing a corset or something similar, constricting her already-too-short breath still further.
Perhaps unhealthy, but the only way she feels like she can stay grounded right now between the bitter, insistence of her icy thoughts and the desperation in her heart to let herself be washed away in the water of her feelings.
She's silent for a little longer. ]
Perhaps... it would make for a reasonable test, I think.
[ She cringes the moment the words escape her, but the truth of them remains in the air, floating on the other side of him, staring her in the face; her brain and heart alike pushing a last-ditch effort at her to convince her one way or the other. Whether it's just the cold, or something realer than that... ]
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...Yes. Me too.
[ Her voice is quiet, as shaky as her breath feels as it whistles between her lips in soft clouds of heat against the cold night. Her arms tighten against her chest, the pressure there now feeling like she's wearing a corset or something similar, constricting her already-too-short breath still further.
Perhaps unhealthy, but the only way she feels like she can stay grounded right now between the bitter, insistence of her icy thoughts and the desperation in her heart to let herself be washed away in the water of her feelings.
She's silent for a little longer. ]
Perhaps... it would make for a reasonable test, I think.
[ She cringes the moment the words escape her, but the truth of them remains in the air, floating on the other side of him, staring her in the face; her brain and heart alike pushing a last-ditch effort at her to convince her one way or the other. Whether it's just the cold, or something realer than that... ]