It surprises her to hear there's someone else involved in helping Gabriel, but she trusts him to have an idea of what's going on wherever he is in the waking world, and she is so relieved to know they won't have to worry about that particular facet of this ordeal that she completely misses the doubt behind his words.
His next admission is somewhat less surprising, but a lot more disconcerting. She'd gotten an inkling of other dreamscapes when they quickly switched through them before, but then she became too engrossed in his pain to completely formulate that realization. Now she understands that it must be almost impossible for him to let go of these other minds while he is straining so hard to hold onto himself, and... she can't really think of a way to help with that as well.
As soon as it occurs to her that she might not be able to escape either, his utter fear for himself and others shudders through her, again threatening to make her panic and bolt. But she refuses to allow his emotions to get a hold of her, and reminds herself that she has absolutely no intention of leaving him. They've reached a fairly stable combination of their efforts to contain his power, at least for the moment, and it will hold until he is released.
If he manages not to panic, that is. Somewhat wearily she shuffles over to his side and lets herself lean against him lightly, companionably providing something to lean on in return. Mindful of his wings, she places a hand atop his in the dirt. Obviously the important part of her use to him is her telepathic support, but a little physical comfort has never gone amiss, at least to those more entrenched in physicality than her, which Gabriel seems to be. "Then we shall wait," she assures him patiently, doing her best to mask her increasing exhaustion. Really, this wouldn't be so hard if this universe wasn't keeping her in a permanent state of tiredness to begin with. And if she was a few hundred years younger. But no matter. "And I will do what I can to pull the others out, if necessary."
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His next admission is somewhat less surprising, but a lot more disconcerting. She'd gotten an inkling of other dreamscapes when they quickly switched through them before, but then she became too engrossed in his pain to completely formulate that realization. Now she understands that it must be almost impossible for him to let go of these other minds while he is straining so hard to hold onto himself, and... she can't really think of a way to help with that as well.
As soon as it occurs to her that she might not be able to escape either, his utter fear for himself and others shudders through her, again threatening to make her panic and bolt. But she refuses to allow his emotions to get a hold of her, and reminds herself that she has absolutely no intention of leaving him. They've reached a fairly stable combination of their efforts to contain his power, at least for the moment, and it will hold until he is released.
If he manages not to panic, that is. Somewhat wearily she shuffles over to his side and lets herself lean against him lightly, companionably providing something to lean on in return. Mindful of his wings, she places a hand atop his in the dirt. Obviously the important part of her use to him is her telepathic support, but a little physical comfort has never gone amiss, at least to those more entrenched in physicality than her, which Gabriel seems to be. "Then we shall wait," she assures him patiently, doing her best to mask her increasing exhaustion. Really, this wouldn't be so hard if this universe wasn't keeping her in a permanent state of tiredness to begin with. And if she was a few hundred years younger. But no matter. "And I will do what I can to pull the others out, if necessary."