[Panic shoots through Syd's stomach, and she clenches her fists, trying to tamp it down. Ragged nails dig into her palms, hard enough to cut, but she refuses to let anything else happen. She refuses.]
And being around me... helps? Somehow? [She still sounds deeply dubious, but not derisive; the pain in Clarisse's face is real enough, right in front of her, and she's long since stopped thinking this is some weird ploy.]
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[Panic shoots through Syd's stomach, and she clenches her fists, trying to tamp it down. Ragged nails dig into her palms, hard enough to cut, but she refuses to let anything else happen. She refuses.]
And being around me... helps? Somehow? [She still sounds deeply dubious, but not derisive; the pain in Clarisse's face is real enough, right in front of her, and she's long since stopped thinking this is some weird ploy.]