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He feels almost uncomfortable as he sits across from her – though that’s not even quite the right word. Lucien isn’t sure how to explain what he feels inside of his chest. He’s nervous, and anxious, and delighted all at once whenever he looks at her. It almost even feels silly because he’s only seen her a couple of times and they’ve hardly spoken, but he can just feel her.
A short, tentative laugh bursts past his lips but it’s nothing more than that. “I’m positive that she’ll at least fight me out of this room,” he tells her with a ghost of a smile. Her question catches him off guard, but before he can even collect his own thoughts, he’s nodding. “I think so, yes. I can feel you sometimes too,” he admits. Lucien’s eyes widen slightly and he raises his shoulders, clear signs of discomfort, “yes. I, I think that’s also true. I’m sorry if – if my nightmares affect you too much.” He knew how very unfriendly those could be.
“ they don’t bother me. ” she blurts again, unable to somehow keep her words to herself, despite the fact that he can FEEL her through the bond. she’s an open book, emotions left out in the open to be read. “ but -- i. i’m SORRY. ” here she is, apologizing for what he’s been through, for what plagues him when he’s asleep. she opens her mouth, maybe about to say something else, but she stills once she hears cassian’s BOOMING laugh from the hall, accompanied by Mor’s light, breezy voice. “ close it. ” she doesn’t want this time with him taken from her, not yet. “ i won’t make it in time to the door,” she’s practically begging him now, wanting him to stay, wanting to feel that presence with her.














