That's a name she knows, from her own memories-- but Mary doesn't respond verbally. There's just muffled, shaky breathing from behind the door-- which isn't locked, at least. ]
Elza slowly approaches, murmuring her name again, reassuringly, before crouching behind her. He reaches out a hand and adds,] It's just me, [before he sets his palm against her back, rubbing gently.]
Shh. [He rubs soothing circles over her back, shaking his head slightly even if she can't see it. Worry aches sharply in him as he looks down at her.] It's all right. Don't move if you don't feel well.
[He moves his other hand, to try and gather her hair back out of the way.]
I-- [ she's still trying to speak (or croak, at this point), although the sensation of all of the weight of her hair being moved helps. ] I was-- I was killed, a-and I-- I killed so many, but I didn't want to be a monster--
[He gathers her hair out of the way, to let cool air get at her neck and her face. His frown is sharp on his face-- did she have a nightmare? But for a nightmare to elicit this kind of reaction...
He smooths his palm up and down her back before craning up to fetch a cloth, wetting it as best he can in the sink without moving his hand from Mary's back.]
You didn't, Mary... you didn't do anything like that. You would never do anything like that. [...] Here, turn toward me? [He'll wipe at her face with that cloth when she does.]
[He gently wipes at her cheeks, her eyes, all the while his face is pinched in a troubled, worried expression. After a moment, he pulls the cloth back to look at her.
[Elza pauses at that. Reliving. While he didn't dream of anything last night, perhaps... This place is strange and all, so it... At least, since it's Mary, it's something he's not willing to set aside.
He continues wiping at her face, and then sets the cloth aside. Fingers comb back her hair again and he cups his palms at her cheeks.] Do you want to talk about it?
--you don't have to right now. Or at all. I wouldn't want you to if it would make you feel worse.
[ Mutely, she shakes her head as best as she can, before she sinks her face into his palms, exhausted. She's far from ready to talk about it... especially when the dream had featured someone she knew. ]
[Elza hums gently in reassurance over her head, gently stroking his thumbs over her cheeks.] ...then let's get you somewhere more comfortable instead. What do you say?
M-mm... [ That's close enough to "yes" as she can manage when the words won't come properly and she feels as shaky as a baby deer when she shifts against him.
[Then, up we go-- because he, after a soft warning, will move to scoop her up. He bundles her in close to his chest and heads out toward the living room for the time being.
Elza will set her down before settling next to her.]
[Elza's-- well, not quite happy because how could he be happy, seeing her so shaken?--but he's more than willing to be here for her to slump against. He gathers her close again, in fact.]
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Date: 2015-03-12 06:45 pm (UTC)[ It's hoarse, frightened-- she sounds like a cornered animal, who actually has no idea what action to take next. ]
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Date: 2015-03-13 01:49 pm (UTC)Mary, it's me. Elza. I don't know what happened... but I'm here. I won't hurt you.
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Date: 2015-03-13 07:26 pm (UTC)That's a name she knows, from her own memories-- but Mary doesn't respond verbally. There's just muffled, shaky breathing from behind the door-- which isn't locked, at least. ]
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Date: 2015-03-14 03:24 pm (UTC)[He'll ease it open, slow at first.]
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Date: 2015-03-15 01:54 am (UTC)GOOD MORNING. ]
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Date: 2015-03-15 12:50 pm (UTC)Elza slowly approaches, murmuring her name again, reassuringly, before crouching behind her. He reaches out a hand and adds,] It's just me, [before he sets his palm against her back, rubbing gently.]
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Date: 2015-03-15 02:48 pm (UTC)[He moves his other hand, to try and gather her hair back out of the way.]
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Date: 2015-03-15 04:27 pm (UTC)[ This is wildly incoherent, sorry Elza. ]
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Date: 2015-03-15 07:57 pm (UTC)He smooths his palm up and down her back before craning up to fetch a cloth, wetting it as best he can in the sink without moving his hand from Mary's back.]
You didn't, Mary... you didn't do anything like that. You would never do anything like that. [...] Here, turn toward me? [He'll wipe at her face with that cloth when she does.]
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Date: 2015-03-16 11:41 pm (UTC)But I... I felt everything...
[ But how? ]
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Date: 2015-03-17 01:01 am (UTC)Elza hesitates.]
...What happened? Was... it a dream?
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Date: 2015-03-18 12:37 pm (UTC)He continues wiping at her face, and then sets the cloth aside. Fingers comb back her hair again and he cups his palms at her cheeks.] Do you want to talk about it?
--you don't have to right now. Or at all. I wouldn't want you to if it would make you feel worse.
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Date: 2015-03-18 06:33 pm (UTC)[Of course, he'll stay with her...]
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Date: 2015-03-19 05:02 am (UTC)Dream or not, it's impacted her severely. ]
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Date: 2015-03-19 12:36 pm (UTC)Elza will set her down before settling next to her.]
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Date: 2015-03-20 04:54 am (UTC)Whatever truly spooked her, it seems to be lingering. ]
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Date: 2015-03-20 12:39 pm (UTC)I'll be right here. For as long as you want.
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