[But here in this moment she can appreciate his unflappable calm. He's right--Dusk's not here (probably), she's not going to be forced to go back to Coriolis after this (supposedly), and it's just the two of them standing alone in the middle of this haunted house (hopefully). His hand in hers is a welcome anchor in the midst of all this, the complex storm of emotions surrounding her and Dusk held at bay.
She wants out of this hell. Wace forces herself to relax a bit more and nods. She doesn't make any move to put the dagger away, but rolls it in her palm, tucking the blade in against the flat of her arm.]
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[But here in this moment she can appreciate his unflappable calm. He's right--Dusk's not here (probably), she's not going to be forced to go back to Coriolis after this (supposedly), and it's just the two of them standing alone in the middle of this haunted house (hopefully). His hand in hers is a welcome anchor in the midst of all this, the complex storm of emotions surrounding her and Dusk held at bay.
She wants out of this hell. Wace forces herself to relax a bit more and nods. She doesn't make any move to put the dagger away, but rolls it in her palm, tucking the blade in against the flat of her arm.]
Let's get out of here.