Daphne found that she was clinging to him as they emerged from the memory, her fingers buried in the folds of the back of his robes, her body pressed against his torso. She continued to hide her eyes in the expanse of his chest, not wanting to move. She felt his hand travel down the length of her hair, and her breath came out in a harsh sigh as she finally pulled her face away.
At least she had kept herself from crying this time. The emotions and the frustration that were washing over her were almost too much, but she wasn't going to let this beat her.
His lips against her forehead calmed her, and she nodded. "I know. Like you said before, it's not like we're dying, right?" She tried to smile at him as best she could.
"He did say 'open.' We don't have to let this drag us down, we'll just have to deal with it for now."