[ Basil moves, and Basil is all that's really holding Max up, so it's natural she sort of moves too. Her thighs press a little more into the floor and she winces. She doesn't think it's fair that she feels the undead equivalent of pins and needles, with no need for her blood to flow. It's a little different, but more than anything she just feels stiff.
Only now does she start to let go of his hands, but it's so she can keep her grip on Basil's arm, instead; easier to stay upright that way.
With an embarrassed little frown, she shakes her head, just as she catches Basil's line of sight, and his relieved sigh.
Despite it all—she's glad. Because it seems like the memory of what's tormenting him has decided to leave for the time being. ]
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Date: 2023-05-06 12:00 am (UTC)Only now does she start to let go of his hands, but it's so she can keep her grip on Basil's arm, instead; easier to stay upright that way.
With an embarrassed little frown, she shakes her head, just as she catches Basil's line of sight, and his relieved sigh.
Despite it all—she's glad. Because it seems like the memory of what's tormenting him has decided to leave for the time being. ]
No. I...think it's more likely I'd fall again.