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InkWren
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Sarah's nerves had only been jangled even more by his yelp. Her hands had darted behind her back in startled guilt only to be drawn into his robotic ones. Listening to his voice and staring down at his hands, she collected her wits. Missing the reassuring smile as he called her by name.
"Sorry. I don't know why they are." It was his warm breath on her palm that lifted her gaze back to his. THe tremble in her fingers stilled and moved to her expressive brows. "How did you...my name?" She felt strangely like a confused and frightened Madonna being visited by an angel who knew her while remaining an utter mystery. The simple truth of her own fame slipped into her mind and she blushed, tugging her hands from his lap into her own. "Right. Sorry. The face that launched a thousand dreams in one small ship." She tucked a damp lock of hair behind her ear ruefully.
Thoughts of that darkness and its demise caught her by the throat, but his words were a lifeline and she grasped at it eagerly, turning her back on those horrors and focused on the concerns of the present. "My pod has supplies. A stndard emergency kit. And the comm is intact I think." She was not an idle girl by nature and that ready energy ignited into quick action by his plan. "The cargo hold is above the waterline. With the pod, we could make do. I'll gather wood."
Sliding down the mangled nose, she dropped onto a torn scrap of metal that lay like a small bridge as part of the path back to the other half of the severed ship. She didn't want to be in the dark. So without waiting on his approval or command, she was picking her way carefully up a gnarled root what seemed to resemble shoreline.
"Sorry. I don't know why they are." It was his warm breath on her palm that lifted her gaze back to his. THe tremble in her fingers stilled and moved to her expressive brows. "How did you...my name?" She felt strangely like a confused and frightened Madonna being visited by an angel who knew her while remaining an utter mystery. The simple truth of her own fame slipped into her mind and she blushed, tugging her hands from his lap into her own. "Right. Sorry. The face that launched a thousand dreams in one small ship." She tucked a damp lock of hair behind her ear ruefully.
Thoughts of that darkness and its demise caught her by the throat, but his words were a lifeline and she grasped at it eagerly, turning her back on those horrors and focused on the concerns of the present. "My pod has supplies. A stndard emergency kit. And the comm is intact I think." She was not an idle girl by nature and that ready energy ignited into quick action by his plan. "The cargo hold is above the waterline. With the pod, we could make do. I'll gather wood."
Sliding down the mangled nose, she dropped onto a torn scrap of metal that lay like a small bridge as part of the path back to the other half of the severed ship. She didn't want to be in the dark. So without waiting on his approval or command, she was picking her way carefully up a gnarled root what seemed to resemble shoreline.