Irving Braxiatel. Terribly sorry, but I am far too busy to answer the phone just now, but please do leave a message. Don't reverse the charges. Thank you.
[When he feels her start to try to give it back to him, he instantly pulls back on the healing, worried that she might try to give it all back out of instinct and they'd have to start this all over again.
Eight has never been altogether certain of how Ril works, specifically, but he hopes what he and Brax are doing will help. They certainly can't bring Six back to her. They have to do this on their own.
Giving Brax a little lost look when she curls into him, he pulls her up to cradle her against his chest and holds her there.]
I'll be fine, Ril. Just...tired, probably. You just concentrate on staying with us, alright?
[He doesn't see what Ril is doing to the Doctor, aside from the obvious curling up to him, but as she starts stabilising, he tapers off the Influence.
Slowly, in case this was entirely emotional. He doesn't like to keep control for too long as he has his own limits. If he reached it, it would stop instantly. And if it was ineffective, then he'd have summon more people, which would only embarrass and distress her.
He goes to her other side, pulling up his blanket, which is, of course, extremely soft and quite warm, around her (and parts of the Doctor).]
Why don't I get us some tea? I know the Doctor could use the boost and it might warm you up, hm?
[She focuses on Eight, her fingers hooked into whatever fabric she can find as if not being close would send her right back into a tailspin, which it probably would. Other people wouldn't have embarrassed, no distressed her at all, but really, Eight is all she needs. He's holding her pieces together as he cradles her and she wordlessly fusses at him, but it's all show.
Even pale as she is, she's more concerned about him overtaxing himself. It's so much easier to focus on Eight as she buries her face into his chest. She really has no words for Braxiatel, and she's not sure she'll drink the tea, but she'll try.
It'd be hot, and she is still very, very cold, and she knows Eight's presence is the only thing keeping her functioning, and the only reason she hasn't just stopped. The emotional component to Ril's collapse is minuscule compared to magnitude being physically separated from her Anchor much like being separated from her ship, but there are bits of Six in the Doctor, in Eight, and while it isn't the same-- She'll have to adapt. She canadapt, Pilots were meant to do that, trained for it. But no one told her about what true Anchors were like, maybe because no one knew.
Priis help her, but nothing save being ripped away from Eth could hurt this much. Ril was sure of it.
She shifts to stare up at Eight with wide, terrified and heartbroken eyes that keep trying to overfill with tears she can't quite keep in check. Gods forgive her, but she can't let go of him, now.]
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Date: 2014-05-03 12:25 am (UTC)Eight has never been altogether certain of how Ril works, specifically, but he hopes what he and Brax are doing will help. They certainly can't bring Six back to her. They have to do this on their own.
Giving Brax a little lost look when she curls into him, he pulls her up to cradle her against his chest and holds her there.]
I'll be fine, Ril. Just...tired, probably. You just concentrate on staying with us, alright?
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:39 am (UTC)Slowly, in case this was entirely emotional. He doesn't like to keep control for too long as he has his own limits. If he reached it, it would stop instantly. And if it was ineffective, then he'd have summon more people, which would only embarrass and distress her.
He goes to her other side, pulling up his blanket, which is, of course, extremely soft and quite warm, around her (and parts of the Doctor).]
Why don't I get us some tea? I know the Doctor could use the boost and it might warm you up, hm?
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Date: 2014-05-03 12:39 pm (UTC)Even pale as she is, she's more concerned about him overtaxing himself. It's so much easier to focus on Eight as she buries her face into his chest. She really has no words for Braxiatel, and she's not sure she'll drink the tea, but she'll try.
It'd be hot, and she is still very, very cold, and she knows Eight's presence is the only thing keeping her functioning, and the only reason she hasn't just stopped. The emotional component to Ril's collapse is minuscule compared to magnitude being physically separated from her Anchor much like being separated from her ship, but there are bits of Six in the Doctor, in Eight, and while it isn't the same-- She'll have to adapt. She canadapt, Pilots were meant to do that, trained for it. But no one told her about what true Anchors were like, maybe because no one knew.
Priis help her, but nothing save being ripped away from Eth could hurt this much. Ril was sure of it.
She shifts to stare up at Eight with wide, terrified and heartbroken eyes that keep trying to overfill with tears she can't quite keep in check. Gods forgive her, but she can't let go of him, now.]