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prankstrinchief (prankstrinchief) wrote in pandorarpg,

George was relieved when she seemed to be calming, and he didn't let go of her, holding her just as close to him, even once the shaking stopped and she seemed less like she was trying to burrow into his chest. Which he would have been fine with if that was what she needed to feel better.

Her words worried him though. He stroked her hair again, being careful to stay away from her neck. He hadn't actually asked her what the dream she had was, but anything neck related made him instantly think of choking. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling guilty suddenly. "I made you take it, I shouldn't have insisted." Why would it have worked once and then made things even worse the second time? That didn't make sense to him. Not that he was the star of potions or anything, but it wasn't something he'd heard of, a potion acting differently every time it was used. "What do you need me to do? I'll do whatever you need."