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[ She's breathing heavily under the cover of the robes, but she nods, because that's all she can think of to do: just get the fuck out of here. Yeah, every once in a while it was quiet enough in the tents to roll around with Shepard for a bit, but there was no real privacy. There was no really getting away from this. She grabs him by the hand and pulls. She feels like if she doesn't have his hand in hers she can't focus, she won't make it before she just loses her fucking mind.

But she's always doing that. Grabbing on and anchoring into her brood so that she doesn't just float away, or spread herself out too far and damage everyone, herself included. She still feels like the boys got a raw fucking deal with her, but that's not what's on her mind right now.

All the matter is getting far enough away from everything so she can rip this fucking cloak off and smash her fists into something. Maybe even him, whatever. She'll take whatever she can get. ]