[It's okay. Mia hasn't lost much strength, and Erika, blessedly solid and blessedly limp, is also blessedly small. Easy to lift into her arms and pull her on through, and then hold her there as she backs away from that rip in reality as it begins to close and just--
breathes. Breathes, holding on tight to Erika like a child hugging a doll. Words need to be found? Said? Right. Words.]
ya boy still dont have icons don't even look at meeeee
breathes. Breathes, holding on tight to Erika like a child hugging a doll. Words need to be found? Said? Right. Words.]
Erika.