Freya shook her head as if to say no. Somewhere, deep within her thoughts, there was a small voice begging her to listen to Throfinn. It was difficult to think straight; to understand what was going on. Everything was different and it was to much to get used to all at once.
She looked up at him as the firm presence of his hand held the back of her head. She looked lost when she met Thorfinn's gaze. "I can't... I can't feel." Freya inhaled an unsteady breath and for the first time since waking up that morning she smelled Thorfinn. It was the same scent she knew, duller than before but the same. She felt her thoughts calm enough to push down the panic though it continued to twist and writhe uncomfortable against her senses.
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Date: 2017-01-03 09:23 pm (UTC)She looked up at him as the firm presence of his hand held the back of her head. She looked lost when she met Thorfinn's gaze. "I can't... I can't feel." Freya inhaled an unsteady breath and for the first time since waking up that morning she smelled Thorfinn. It was the same scent she knew, duller than before but the same. She felt her thoughts calm enough to push down the panic though it continued to twist and writhe uncomfortable against her senses.
"I don't know what to do."