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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Shannon's eyes closed when Sam whispered back. It made her feel good to know that he felt that strongly about her staying with him. Part of it made her feel loved and the other part made her feel safer than she had any right to feel. He couldn't protect her, that was plainly clear, but no one could. At least Sam wanted to. That was good enough for her, for now.

Slowly, Shannon opened her eyes again and forced herself to meet Sam's. "Yes. I'm okay in that sense. I'm not hurt," she assured him. She was nowhere near okay, by any means, but physically, at least, she could give Sam peace of mind. She hadn't been physically injured in any way. Well, mostly. There was a small cut on the back of one of her shoulders from a rogue bird that had divebombed her as she'd been sneaking over to the museum, but she didn't feel the need to tell Sam about it because it didn't hurt anymore. The initial impact had smarted, but it wasn't a bad cut and she'd deal with it in the morning.

Shannon pressed her lips against Sam's again and then rested her forehead against his once more. "Sam, I'm sorry...I'm completely exhausted in every sense of the word. I really need to sleep. I know you're worried, but I'm fine - or, I will be - and I just...really want to sleep okay?" she asked quietly.