[ He would give her more, if she asked. He'd hold her again if she wanted, tuck her against him, protect her from as much as he can--but she doesn't ask, and so he just holds her hand, fingers moving over it gently in absent patterns as he tries to bring her back to the here and now and away from the world of her dream.
When she speaks, he drags in a soft breath--of course. She told him about her childhood, about the Gorn. And now she's just--
--well, re-traumatized doesn't have the nicest ring to it, but he figures it's the closest to what's happened. She wasn't a child again, wasn't completely vulnerable, but she still went against the sort of enemy that destroyed her childhood, took her family and then threw her into space presumably to die. It's a wonder she only punched him once, honestly.
He lets out a soft hum, bringing up her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles, trying to chase off the ache he assumes she's feeling ]
No wonder you started swinging [ he offers her a smile, soft and encouraging ] And no wonder you didn't want the pain meds M'Benga sent with me.
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When she speaks, he drags in a soft breath--of course. She told him about her childhood, about the Gorn. And now she's just--
--well, re-traumatized doesn't have the nicest ring to it, but he figures it's the closest to what's happened. She wasn't a child again, wasn't completely vulnerable, but she still went against the sort of enemy that destroyed her childhood, took her family and then threw her into space presumably to die. It's a wonder she only punched him once, honestly.
He lets out a soft hum, bringing up her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles, trying to chase off the ache he assumes she's feeling ]
No wonder you started swinging [ he offers her a smile, soft and encouraging ] And no wonder you didn't want the pain meds M'Benga sent with me.