Re: Egorovs/Asleep: Selina & Death
[It was a comfort when Selina relaxed again. She'd forgotten this - how it was to be close to someone living. It was dangerous, and the only reason she'd made this contact even, was that there was always the possibility that the woman resting against her wouldn't remember this when she truly woke. None of those things stopped her from remaining there, though, her hand still light against Selina's chest as an easy place to rest.] He's fine. [The repetition and confirmation came in English, as did the next words.] They all are. ["Fine" was maybe stretching it. But it was so often the way to describe a life in Gotham. She knew it, and she used it.
She could ask about the long month, but she simply nodded. She didn't need the details. She could pluck them out from the line of Selina's life, if she wanted. But just looking around the city provided more information that was even truly needed for proof.
And the smile came. Even though Selina's eyes were closed, the smile came.] I rarely worry. Not in a long, long time. [And with the smile, it seemed right to return her fingers to Selina's hair, combing and twisting - so gentle, so careful.] I can. I have. I will let you know if anything happens while I'm here with you.