"Are you ready to go back to bed?" Her tone was forcibly cheerful. Normal. At least until he was staggering over to her. The room was so small she really didn't have a chance. To leave or back away or to even lift a hand top stop him.
Not that she would have. In her heart, Lia knew she would have stood as still as she did when she didn't see him coming. He had appeared simply. A young man of fighting age left to them with no family and nearly no help. In a crisis, in a war...
Her breath caught as his arms slid around her. He really was huge. Tall and a little puppyish but in a way he would most definitely grow into. His hands were large as well and she wasn't so certain who had a fever any more with the way that felt.
It would be protocol to call out for help. More than that she should remove his hands and promise not to speak of it only if he never does that again. She did neither, simply freezing in place for a long few seconds before she relaxed. Before she, God help her, pressed back a little against him. She could feel his bare skin against her thighs and so close to her bare skin on her chest. "Daiki," She answered back. She couldn't find a firm tone or a commanding presences. "Daiki, you should go back to bed."
And she? She should hide in the bathroom until this passed and then flee. Lia could not find it in herself to do the right thing. Not for the first time.
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Date: 2016-04-02 02:42 am (UTC)Not that she would have. In her heart, Lia knew she would have stood as still as she did when she didn't see him coming. He had appeared simply. A young man of fighting age left to them with no family and nearly no help. In a crisis, in a war...
Her breath caught as his arms slid around her. He really was huge. Tall and a little puppyish but in a way he would most definitely grow into. His hands were large as well and she wasn't so certain who had a fever any more with the way that felt.
It would be protocol to call out for help. More than that she should remove his hands and promise not to speak of it only if he never does that again. She did neither, simply freezing in place for a long few seconds before she relaxed. Before she, God help her, pressed back a little against him. She could feel his bare skin against her thighs and so close to her bare skin on her chest. "Daiki," She answered back. She couldn't find a firm tone or a commanding presences. "Daiki, you should go back to bed."
And she? She should hide in the bathroom until this passed and then flee. Lia could not find it in herself to do the right thing. Not for the first time.