Safe...with her

Zyggy’s head snapped back to Sila as she began to lean around her - not touching her at all, but very present near her, almost guardian like.

A steady stream of soft hissing which, when focused on, might have distinguished itself as a constant stream of run-on sentences began to emanate from her.

 

"Sila, sila, calm- Blue skies and green meadows, blue skies…Do not fight it- Let them come, as they may, in and out like water in a sieve… What do you see little bird? Breath, you are alright, I am here and I will not leave. I am here, you are safe…"

 

She shifted, her gaze locked on the trembling, pale, pained little girl as she struggled before her, not daring to touch her. Not once did she pause in her soft chanting reassurances, not once did she try to move her, so consumed was she with the tiny figure curled up before her.

 

"…Remember what you see, don’t be afraid, you cannot be hurt, you are not alone, you are safe. Safe, little bird. It is not real, not yet, maybe not ever. Safe and warm, here with me...."

 

Done