[oh....Camille will take it. How is this working, is she meant to get in the coffin too? Are they going to spoon because it's not out of the question....]
Don't. [Said softly, firmly.] There's nothing you need to apologize for.
[i cannot tell you how much karlach is a touchy monster she absolutely will cuddle if carmille feels fine with settling up against her. they can just sit in the coffin like fourteen year old emo girls.]
[Fortunately or unfortunately Camille is weirdly affection starved and spooning option is unlocked immediately after great personal tragedy and/or sufficient sad bonding.
Camille is in the coffin with Karlach.]
You didn't call them to come watch. They had no choice, just like you.
[well, the nice thing about this!! is that karlach is so warm. it's a comforting sort of warm, like settling next to a fireplace. she's good at hugs, too. even sidehugs, like this.]
I know. [...] Guess maybe I just didn't really want an audience. But that's not how it works around this place.
[cozy side hug is good. Camille has settled so that she's facing the other woman, arm atop hers so she can reach her back. She paints soft strokes behind that broad shoulder, looking between this baleful golden eyes.]
Look at it this way. We're going to be in it together. [She pauses. Her skin thrums beneath her clothes. Caught. Fix. Can't.] You aren't going to be alone.
[it's so soothing, being held, and she's relaxing bit by bit. silence, and then:]
You won't be either. You've got me, even if you haven't got anybody else. [it doesn't matter if it's only been a week - this is the time she's got, so she intends to make it count.]
carefully, she lets camille do this - makes sure her horns don't bonk at all. and she'll just let that sit in silence for a while. she doesn't have a lot to say at all, not with the blue blood still speckled across her jaw, not with her shaking ruined hand.
they can just sit, and maybe eventually karlach will doze off.]
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she pauses, and then offers her a little bit of the blanket?]
... Wouldn't hurt. [she says, voice wavery.] Sorry you had to see all that.
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Don't. [Said softly, firmly.] There's nothing you need to apologize for.
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Wish the kids hadn't had to see it though. Still.
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Camille is in the coffin with Karlach.]
You didn't call them to come watch. They had no choice, just like you.
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I know. [...] Guess maybe I just didn't really want an audience. But that's not how it works around this place.
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Look at it this way. We're going to be in it together. [She pauses. Her skin thrums beneath her clothes. Caught. Fix. Can't.] You aren't going to be alone.
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You won't be either. You've got me, even if you haven't got anybody else. [it doesn't matter if it's only been a week - this is the time she's got, so she intends to make it count.]
Wild that this is pre-affection week
Camille switches her attentions, brushing the hair away from her face.]
Ditto, K.
ISN'T IT
carefully, she lets camille do this - makes sure her horns don't bonk at all. and she'll just let that sit in silence for a while. she doesn't have a lot to say at all, not with the blue blood still speckled across her jaw, not with her shaking ruined hand.
they can just sit, and maybe eventually karlach will doze off.]