[Its comforting in a way Sieglinde is loathe to admit, that reassuring squeeze of her hand. Even though it makes her feel childish, that she would need it, reminds her of how powerless she was without the trappings of her fake village, her tools and potions... At its basest, it's simply something that makes her feel slightly safer despite the all too clinical knowledge that the gesture would do little to actually safeguard her.
But she didn't let go. Instead she kept her eyes up, on him instead of the message, (that part of her did itch to examine, even if she couldn't quite make her knees unlock just yet), listened to the name and repeated it in her head until the pronunciation was right. Someone from another land- probably "another world".]
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But she didn't let go. Instead she kept her eyes up, on him instead of the message, (that part of her did itch to examine, even if she couldn't quite make her knees unlock just yet), listened to the name and repeated it in her head until the pronunciation was right. Someone from another land- probably "another world".]
I am Sieglinde. Sieglinde Sullivan.