Her hands are on his shoulders, barely touching, in a half-comforting and half-wary gesture Simon would find instantly familiar. She's never seen him like this, never, and icy irrational fear coils in the pit of her stomach. Something's happened, she thinks, something bad's happened, and that makes no sense and she knows it makes no sense but that doesn't stop the jolt of dread.
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Her hands are on his shoulders, barely touching, in a half-comforting and half-wary gesture Simon would find instantly familiar. She's never seen him like this, never, and icy irrational fear coils in the pit of her stomach. Something's happened, she thinks, something bad's happened, and that makes no sense and she knows it makes no sense but that doesn't stop the jolt of dread.
"Gabriel, wake up. Please."
She hates the quiver in her voice.