[Alone is unfortunately what she will have to do. While Eustace would have normally been able to assist in some way, it's as if he's completely trapped and just remembering who she was took everything he had. To only feel some relief through her warmth and flames, which slowly melt away some of the ice...
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But not the scales, which remain hard and black over his arm.
Still, the kiss does help open his eyes more to look up at her...and while he's grateful to have her there, he also feels some shame and guilt that he not only put her through this yet again, but that he can't do anything to help her. These negative feelings make those scales harden for a moment before he finally pulls himself out of it.
No, he can't think this way. How many times has he stumbled over thinking like that? He may not be able to do anything, trapped as he is, but he can at least support her. So with the last bit of strength he has, his small hand finds hers, squeezing it weakly. He tries to speak but he can't—he can barely breathe. But even if he can't voice it she'll know what he's trying to say.
I love you...and I believe in you...
She's the only one who can help him and he wouldn't want anyone else.
The smallest smile forms at that, the scent of starflowers momentarily surrounding them... Before he grimaces, something sharp and cold stabbing the back of his neck from the inside, and in the next moment his eyes close and his body grows limp, head falling to the side.]
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But not the scales, which remain hard and black over his arm.
Still, the kiss does help open his eyes more to look up at her...and while he's grateful to have her there, he also feels some shame and guilt that he not only put her through this yet again, but that he can't do anything to help her. These negative feelings make those scales harden for a moment before he finally pulls himself out of it.
No, he can't think this way. How many times has he stumbled over thinking like that? He may not be able to do anything, trapped as he is, but he can at least support her. So with the last bit of strength he has, his small hand finds hers, squeezing it weakly. He tries to speak but he can't—he can barely breathe. But even if he can't voice it she'll know what he's trying to say.
I love you...and I believe in you...
She's the only one who can help him and he wouldn't want anyone else.
The smallest smile forms at that, the scent of starflowers momentarily surrounding them... Before he grimaces, something sharp and cold stabbing the back of his neck from the inside, and in the next moment his eyes close and his body grows limp, head falling to the side.]