[ the sounds of chaos were comforting, more than anything, though also maddening in the same way. she knew something was going to happen, roy had promised one hour, and one hour nearly on the dot she'd heard the first sound of something going on. getting ruby and jade protected, just in case was her first priority. getting them out her second. but what she doesn't expect is the rush of exhaustion that rolls over her then.
her body has dealt with its fair share of abuse over the last few days, but riza had been keeping it together. or doing her best to. why, when she sees fire and the door opening and the monitor falling that her body decides it has been too much, she doesn't know.
not that it matters, because seconds pass and suddenly there is a pair of arms around her, pulling her close and gently. she winces at the movement at first, because it hurts, it all hurts, but that is also something she can get passed because when her eyes blink back open it's roy looking back at her - concern and stress and urgency written all over her face. despite it all, she gives him something of a weak smile. ] See? Just on time. [ before she grunts, moving to sit up on her own. ]
I can walk. [ her tone is back to something more firm, professional, as she grips his arm to help give her leverage to pull herself to a sitting position, eyes tightening with the pain of it before she can control it back, her head dipping forward against his shoulder. ] How is the...rest going?
[C] into hell.
her body has dealt with its fair share of abuse over the last few days, but riza had been keeping it together. or doing her best to. why, when she sees fire and the door opening and the monitor falling that her body decides it has been too much, she doesn't know.
not that it matters, because seconds pass and suddenly there is a pair of arms around her, pulling her close and gently. she winces at the movement at first, because it hurts, it all hurts, but that is also something she can get passed because when her eyes blink back open it's roy looking back at her - concern and stress and urgency written all over her face. despite it all, she gives him something of a weak smile. ] See? Just on time. [ before she grunts, moving to sit up on her own. ]
I can walk. [ her tone is back to something more firm, professional, as she grips his arm to help give her leverage to pull herself to a sitting position, eyes tightening with the pain of it before she can control it back, her head dipping forward against his shoulder. ] How is the...rest going?