"I think so. If this feeling in my stomach isn't that I'm going to die, I think that I am." She still makes a light joke, perhaps more a sign that things are well than any words Sybil can come up with. It's her who kisses him now, softly before she takes the step to perch on the very edge of the bed. Sybil looks up to him, her hand outstretched, very aware of what she's promising with that simple gesture.
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Date: 2014-01-04 04:23 am (UTC)