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“Clara?”
It’s quiet as Emily approaches the woman, her eyes locked on the way Clara is shivering, her steps speeding up as Clara crumbles forwards, catching her quietly and lowering them both to the floor, cradling Clara close as she strokes her hair.
“Okay, okay I’ve got you.”
It’s silent still even as Clara settles and Emily knows that she would walk through hell for the woman in her arms, even as she wishes she wasn’t watching Clara fight to piece herself back together after going through hell all over again.
Later, much later, she wakes to Clara in her arms and knows, no matter what, she is never leaving her again.