[ It is scary. She can't help but hold her breath as he seizes, mind racing - what can I possibly do? And she knows nothing about healing, let alone seizures, so she merely crouches down next to him and watches closely, wide-eyed, mentally debating if any course of action would be better or worse than the other. She comes up short, uncertain of it all, and so Cecily instead bites her lip and observes the man who'd healed her with sharp intensity. ]
You're all right. [ She mutters, hoping it's true. ] I won't leave.
[ It's likely no consolation, since he doesn't know her at all, but she plans to stay there at his side until it ends, as he's said. It's the least she can do. ]
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You're all right. [ She mutters, hoping it's true. ] I won't leave.
[ It's likely no consolation, since he doesn't know her at all, but she plans to stay there at his side until it ends, as he's said. It's the least she can do. ]