The heavy weight of responsibility falls firmly on Helly's shoulders, and she's extremely grateful that he can't see the deer-in-headlights look that's crossing her face right now. For a minute she doesn't say anything at all. She feels strangely cowed by him, by the situation, by the extremity of his requirements and of the faith he's been forced to put in her.
"I can do this. You can trust me." A pause, and then she says, equally for herself as for him, "We're in this together."
She picks up the photograph in its frame, a little numbly, and drags her feet back over to the bed to sit down on the edge, just to gather her thoughts. This time, when she looks around the room, she tries to actually think about the space, about what she'd need to know if she couldn't see it. The size of the room, anything she might run into.
"We're in a bedroom. It's... maybe ten feet square? The bed is in the middle of the room, up against the wall. Where you're standing right now, if you took maybe two steps you'd hit the end of it with your right leg. Nightstands next to both sides of the bed with a lamp on each. The door is behind you and to your... left. Maybe six steps forward and you'd be almost at the wall. There's a window there. I can see another house through it. In front of you and left, there are two... dresser things. If you walked straight you'd miss them. And I just found, on the dresser, a picture of us together, me and you. I don't remember posing for it. It's... pretty creepy."
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"I can do this. You can trust me." A pause, and then she says, equally for herself as for him, "We're in this together."
She picks up the photograph in its frame, a little numbly, and drags her feet back over to the bed to sit down on the edge, just to gather her thoughts. This time, when she looks around the room, she tries to actually think about the space, about what she'd need to know if she couldn't see it. The size of the room, anything she might run into.
"We're in a bedroom. It's... maybe ten feet square? The bed is in the middle of the room, up against the wall. Where you're standing right now, if you took maybe two steps you'd hit the end of it with your right leg. Nightstands next to both sides of the bed with a lamp on each. The door is behind you and to your... left. Maybe six steps forward and you'd be almost at the wall. There's a window there. I can see another house through it. In front of you and left, there are two... dresser things. If you walked straight you'd miss them. And I just found, on the dresser, a picture of us together, me and you. I don't remember posing for it. It's... pretty creepy."