Devika had retreated to a seat, putting on her gloves and even a thick scarf around her head. Even though they hadn't been in any sort of control, making contact with Griffin and Zack made her feel scattered. Even from where she was sitting, she had felt the mental war playing out, the subconscious emotions pushing at her defenses like waves breaking a rocky shore.
She wanted to puke. "Nngh." She shut her eyes, trying to will away the sick feeling. "I'd kill for some ginger ale. Or a good cup of tea, and a room with no people..."
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Kijani walked with Connor, her hand in his. Despite her face, which would look composed and calm to most, she was paler than usual, and still faintly sweating. There was a fine tremor in her body that she was pretending she didn't feel. She knew that if she gave into it, she would crumble. She also knew that Connor would sacrifice his whole day to take care of her if it was necessary, and that was not going to happen. Not again, never again, she wouldn't let him ruin himself because she was so weak. Never again.
"Hey, Connor? Is there anything you ever really, really wanted to do?"