It's easier to focus on his hands. She knows his hands, after all. She knows them covered in paint and covered in dirt and constantly reaching out when she needed them to keep her upright. Watching Elisha wind the ribbon up brings a sense of reality back into her bones. She can hear the continued hum of the room (there were somehow many more people here now than there had been a moment ago). She can feel the dull throb in her arm where her own skin had been nicked (there had been some clever medic, apparently, slapping a bandage quickly on the cut before turning to Somma). She can't quite suss out what's throbbing in the back of her mind yet, but that will come with time.
If there's relief for feeling that Elisha is proud of her, it's doubled instantly by the easy recognition of whatever it is that's keeping her head slightly bowed. For a moment, she ducks her head even lower before managing to bring herself into properly nodding. "I wasn't... expecting it. Not-- this much."
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Date: 2016-03-20 10:15 pm (UTC)If there's relief for feeling that Elisha is proud of her, it's doubled instantly by the easy recognition of whatever it is that's keeping her head slightly bowed. For a moment, she ducks her head even lower before managing to bring herself into properly nodding. "I wasn't... expecting it. Not-- this much."