[ She stirs, listless, and opens her eyes slowly. Mercy yawns as she wakes, and when she spots Royce, she makes a happy little sound and throws herself into Royce's arms. Royce hugs her tightly, resting his head on top of Mercy's, watching Gwen, who struggles into consciousness.
Her hair is damp and sticking to her forehead, and her breathing is shallow and quick. But she's lucid, at least, if just barely, slowly turning her head to make sure Alfie is still here. She knows, and it's on her face, sad and regretful and maybe just a little scared.
Royce takes her hand again, squeezes it, and her grip is weak, pathetic. ]
I'm glad you're back. [ Gwen whispers, deflating a bit at the end, like that was everything she had in her. ]
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Her hair is damp and sticking to her forehead, and her breathing is shallow and quick. But she's lucid, at least, if just barely, slowly turning her head to make sure Alfie is still here. She knows, and it's on her face, sad and regretful and maybe just a little scared.
Royce takes her hand again, squeezes it, and her grip is weak, pathetic. ]
I'm glad you're back. [ Gwen whispers, deflating a bit at the end, like that was everything she had in her. ]