Goldy isn't sure what the apology is for either. Her initial reassurance is uncertain, to say the least. Her second has a little more conviction.
"Everything's going to be alright."
The heaving of her chest becomes a little more controlled, and she reaches out a tentative hand. She has no idea where to put it, no idea whether it will be cast off or provoke another attack. So it just hangs directionless—almost helplessly—in mid-air.
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Date: 2006-06-27 10:34 pm (UTC)Goldy isn't sure what the apology is for either. Her initial reassurance is uncertain, to say the least. Her second has a little more conviction.
"Everything's going to be alright."
The heaving of her chest becomes a little more controlled, and she reaches out a tentative hand. She has no idea where to put it, no idea whether it will be cast off or provoke another attack. So it just hangs directionless—almost helplessly—in mid-air.