Re: In the car: Amy/Si
[The small space of the trailer felt safer. Si knew he was doing a shit job here with Amy, but it did feel better inside. Everything was small, dwarfed by him, but, more contained meant less room for hiding. He kept his head bowed as they came inside, not even bothering to note if he could stand upright, and he let himself be led to the chair that, once he sat in it, like it would still be stuck to his ass if he stood. The lights were on and the interior of the caravan was bright.
He kept focusing on what was around him. The smells, how everything felt, the tactility of the faux fur, the wood beneath his shoes. Amy was counting—a small protective spell that had really never protected anyone, and Si made himself stand up. The chair didn't stick to him. He put his hands on his sister's shoulders and tried to wheel her toward the ladder up to her bed.] Go.