Re: Muerte / Eddie
[Muerte clung to Eddie as he stood there, very glad to have the steady support of his arms around her. She managed to keep her feet, but it was a close thing, long moments before she was stable enough to not lean her near-full weight against him. The embrace shifted a little then, still close and still tight, but less about keeping her from falling. When she pressed against him, it wasn't about him being a brace for her weight, but to actually press against him.] Was that... [She paused just long enough to breathe out again, air strangely ticklish in her lungs.] That wasn't as weird for you as it was for me, was it? [Weird, but not bad. She'd decided that much, at least.]