[ She bursts in through the door rather ungracefully, and freezes on the spot to see him sprawled on the couch like that. The ache in her heart the second she sees him nearly makes her burst into tears, but she stays silent and straightens up instead, very quietly shutting the door behind her.
Instead of going immediately to wake him, she pads quietly past him and to her own room. The door is shut... and when she opens it, she finds it clean - organized from the mess it had been when she'd last left it nearly two months ago, when the Malnosso had come to take her. The sight makes her heart contract again, but she wants to change. She wants to at least be comfortable physically for what's about to occur. She leaves her journal in there, too - she doesn't want any interruptions.
Once she's back in clothes that fit, she returns to the living room, making her way around the couch. Slowly, carefully, she kneels on the floor beside him and gently picks the journal up off his chest, shutting it without looking - she's not sure she could stand reading what he had to say even if she was the type of person to snoop - and setting it on the table to her other side. Then she reaches out, brushing shaking fingers over the arm he's got laid over his eyes. ]
Luke...
[ She swallows. She knows that alone might not be enough to wake him, so her fingers travel down his arm to his hand, which she takes in her own and pulls toward her, so his face will be exposed to the light. ]
Luke, it's me. I'm back. I'm back... for real, this time.
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Instead of going immediately to wake him, she pads quietly past him and to her own room. The door is shut... and when she opens it, she finds it clean - organized from the mess it had been when she'd last left it nearly two months ago, when the Malnosso had come to take her. The sight makes her heart contract again, but she wants to change. She wants to at least be comfortable physically for what's about to occur. She leaves her journal in there, too - she doesn't want any interruptions.
Once she's back in clothes that fit, she returns to the living room, making her way around the couch. Slowly, carefully, she kneels on the floor beside him and gently picks the journal up off his chest, shutting it without looking - she's not sure she could stand reading what he had to say even if she was the type of person to snoop - and setting it on the table to her other side. Then she reaches out, brushing shaking fingers over the arm he's got laid over his eyes. ]
Luke...
[ She swallows. She knows that alone might not be enough to wake him, so her fingers travel down his arm to his hand, which she takes in her own and pulls toward her, so his face will be exposed to the light. ]
Luke, it's me. I'm back. I'm back... for real, this time.