Stupid and weird was a good way to put it; she'd only lost time twice, and only on this side of destruction, but both times had left her with a sense of temporal vertigo — a discomfort with the season, and the lengths of days, and distance from the few people who knew her at all. It had taken her a long time, this second time, to find her footing again; she didn't think it had ever been stable in the one before.
For him, a poor night's sleep. For her, seven months — seven months of crawling out from the rubble of disaster, only to remain in its shadow. Her speech wasn't as shaken and unsteady as he'd remember, in those scant weeks after that disaster in De Chima, but closer to her usual self. It didn't feel much easier, though.
"... Do you wanna go get breakfast?" The question felt too casual, for what this was. The weight remained in tone, in the hesitant way she asked, soft and quiet and not quite certain this was real, but what else was she supposed to do? She wasn't Kanaya. "I have to change into real clothes, first, but it shouldn't take me more than thirty minutes, to 'port over. That okay?"
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Stupid and weird was a good way to put it; she'd only lost time twice, and only on this side of destruction, but both times had left her with a sense of temporal vertigo — a discomfort with the season, and the lengths of days, and distance from the few people who knew her at all. It had taken her a long time, this second time, to find her footing again; she didn't think it had ever been stable in the one before.
For him, a poor night's sleep. For her, seven months — seven months of crawling out from the rubble of disaster, only to remain in its shadow. Her speech wasn't as shaken and unsteady as he'd remember, in those scant weeks after that disaster in De Chima, but closer to her usual self. It didn't feel much easier, though.
"... Do you wanna go get breakfast?" The question felt too casual, for what this was. The weight remained in tone, in the hesitant way she asked, soft and quiet and not quite certain this was real, but what else was she supposed to do? She wasn't Kanaya. "I have to change into real clothes, first, but it shouldn't take me more than thirty minutes, to 'port over. That okay?"