[For all it's worth, Frey's hold is enough to make her start calming down a little even though she's still shivering violently, trying to keep herself quiet as those images of a bloody body entered her mind, hovered over by the dark figures who had just killed him. This... it had to be one of those things her brother had told her she would be better off not remembering, especially with the way she felt her throat constrict in such a manner that breathing was becoming difficult.
It hurt. It hurt and it could happen to Frey, to the big brother who she still cared for most in this village despite what had happened since Lymsleia arrived. She didn't want him to leave, and now her body is clinging to him as though somehow the memory and that possiblity would become less real the tighter she hung on.]
[Febuary 20th - Evening]
It hurt. It hurt and it could happen to Frey, to the big brother who she still cared for most in this village despite what had happened since Lymsleia arrived. She didn't want him to leave, and now her body is clinging to him as though somehow the memory and that possiblity would become less real the tighter she hung on.]