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Finn held up the bottom of the cup as she drank it so she wouldn't spill it on herself, and to steady it, as her hands were shaking. He nodded and gave her a soft smile. "I know," he said calmly and patiently, waiting, as if they had all the time in the world, waiting for her to finish her cup of orange juice. |
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Sera took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. The warmth of the orange juice spread through her, but her hands still trembled, betraying her nerves. She watched as Finn's steadying hand held the bottom of the cup, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for the simple, thoughtful gesture. It was like he was telling her, without words, that it was okay to take her time. His calm smile did something to her—eased the tightness in her chest, just a little. Maybe they did have all the time in the world, just like he said. She tried to focus on the moment, the taste of the juice, the feel of the cup, and the steady rhythm of her breathing. When she finally finished, she set the cup down carefully, avoiding his eyes for a moment, as though the vulnerability of being so seen was too much to handle. Still, she could feel the warmth of his patience wrapping around her, like he was waiting for her to be ready, whenever that might be. |
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Finn gave her an understanding look and set down the empty cup. "That should take effect pretty soon," he reassured her. "Is there anything else I can get you?" |
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Sera felt a wave of warmth spread through her as the tea began to settle in, her tense muscles unwinding bit by bit. Finn's steady gaze held a hint of concern, and it made her feel… safe. She hadn't realized how much she needed that reassurance until now. She shook her head, offering him a soft smile. "No, I think I'm good for now," she replied, her voice a little steadier than before. The knot in her chest wasn't completely gone, but it was loosening. "Thanks, Finn. I didn't realize how much I needed that." She glanced at him, wondering if he knew exactly what she meant—or if he'd just been trying to help in his own way. Either way, she appreciated it. |
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Finn gave her a comforting smile and sat down beside her. "Of course, anytime," he said softly. They sat in silence, watching the sun slowly set across the horizon, offering a bit of peace and tranquility among the stress of the attack on the camp and then jumping to the secret location. "Why don't you get some sleep, hm?" |
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Sera glanced at Finn, her eyes tired but grateful. She hadn’t realized just how much she needed the quiet until now. The weight of everything—the attack, the chaos, the constant moving—had been pressing on her, and the thought of rest seemed almost foreign. But there was something about the calm in Finn's voice, the way he always seemed to know what to say, that made it easier to let her guard down. "I... yeah, I guess I could," she murmured, her voice softer than she intended. She was so used to pushing through, to staying alert, but right now, the idea of closing her eyes felt oddly comforting. She shifted a little, wrapping her arms around her knees, letting the cool breeze from the setting sun settle over her. Finn’s presence was steady, a constant she could rely on. "Thanks," she added quietly, her gaze drifting to the horizon. "It’s just... hard to quiet my mind right now." She shrugged slightly, the confession feeling vulnerable but necessary. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to say it until now. |
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Finn nodded. "Yeah, it always is when something like this happens." he agreed. Finn wanted to add that he felt that way anytime she left for battle too, but he decided against it. "Do you want me to go see if they have any pillows left?" |
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Jora glanced at Finn, a faint smile tugging at her lips despite the tension she felt inside. She could tell he was trying to keep his tone casual, but there was something deeper behind it—something unspoken. She could feel it, like a quiet weight pressing between them. "Don't worry about the pillows," Jora replied softly, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of him running off to check seemed... unnecessary. More than that, she wanted to stay here, in the silence, with him, even if the words still hung awkwardly between them. "I just need some time," she added, looking away briefly, as if the truth was somehow easier to say when she wasn’t meeting his eyes. "Time to think." But even as she said it, she could feel the tension in her chest, the weight of things unsaid, the kind of things Finn was too kind to ask, and she was too afraid to admit. She swallowed, then shifted her weight, trying to push the thought aside. "But if you're sure, you could grab some water, maybe?" |
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Finn nodded and smiled softly at her. "Of course, I'll be right back," he said pushing himself off the ground and going over to the makeshift mess tent. He got her a glass of water and walked back over to her. "Here you go..." he said sitting down, holding the water out for her. |
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Sera looked up at Finn as he approached, her eyes lingering on the glass of water in his hand. The soft smile he wore made her heart feel a little lighter, though she quickly masked the warmth in her chest with a slight, appreciative nod. "Thanks," she murmured, reaching for the glass and taking it from him. The coolness of the water was a welcome contrast to the heat that had been steadily building in her face. She hesitated for a moment, studying him as he sat down beside her. There was a softness in his gaze, something kind but unreadable. It made her feel oddly exposed, but she took a sip anyway, grateful for the small comfort in the moment. "You're always looking out for me," she added, trying to keep the tone casual, though she felt her words carry more weight than she intended. |
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