Venus, for her part, doesn't say much else, doesn't complain while Sam does his work, doesn't even seem aware that it's part of her body anymore. She cranes her neck a bit, not to see but to tuck her chin and try to stay warm. It wasn't until Sam tucked her in more clothing that she even realized how cold she was. It makes her feel stiff and awkward and made of clay.
She feels an overwhelming sense of peace, one only occasionally interrupted by bursts of anxiety depending on where Sam's hands are. She feels as if she's been lowered into a warm bath and is floating, fetus-like, in nourishing and calm fluids. The occasional spike of panic - not of dying, but of a more existential sort of terror - goes off in the back of her head like a far-off firework against an otherwise clear horizon.
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Venus, for her part, doesn't say much else, doesn't complain while Sam does his work, doesn't even seem aware that it's part of her body anymore. She cranes her neck a bit, not to see but to tuck her chin and try to stay warm. It wasn't until Sam tucked her in more clothing that she even realized how cold she was. It makes her feel stiff and awkward and made of clay.
She feels an overwhelming sense of peace, one only occasionally interrupted by bursts of anxiety depending on where Sam's hands are. She feels as if she's been lowered into a warm bath and is floating, fetus-like, in nourishing and calm fluids. The occasional spike of panic - not of dying, but of a more existential sort of terror - goes off in the back of her head like a far-off firework against an otherwise clear horizon.