[ The sting of her nails against his chest is easily ignored. He’s had worse, after all – talons slashed across his skin when the raptors were still young enough to handle, awkward and unaware of their own strength. He stays where he is, voice and gaze soft, fingers carding through her hair. ]
Easy. I’ve got you, Claire.
[ Quiet reassurances that turn into a chant: Easy. I’ve got you. It was just a dream. Consistency, he’s found, tends to help; a constant pattern to latch onto while everything else feels like chaos.
He’s not sure if it helps, with Claire staring up at him like that, unseeing and unrecognizing, with her nails still digging into him, but the spell seems to break at last. Awareness trickles back into her eyes, and her death grip on him slackens. Those first few unsteady words, and Owen shakes his head. ]
Breathe, Claire. Do that for me, please? Like this.
[ A deep, slow inhale, through the nose. Holding it. Then a slow exhale through the mouth. They can’t get anywhere if she hyperventilates herself back into unconsciousness. ]
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Easy. I’ve got you, Claire.
[ Quiet reassurances that turn into a chant: Easy. I’ve got you. It was just a dream. Consistency, he’s found, tends to help; a constant pattern to latch onto while everything else feels like chaos.
He’s not sure if it helps, with Claire staring up at him like that, unseeing and unrecognizing, with her nails still digging into him, but the spell seems to break at last. Awareness trickles back into her eyes, and her death grip on him slackens. Those first few unsteady words, and Owen shakes his head. ]
Breathe, Claire. Do that for me, please? Like this.
[ A deep, slow inhale, through the nose. Holding it. Then a slow exhale through the mouth. They can’t get anywhere if she hyperventilates herself back into unconsciousness. ]