[At first, she welcomes the touch. It feels good to know that she is human once more, that she has emotions, feelings; that she is not alone anymore. There is no more destruction, no more monsters, she is not watching her friends die, or being written out of existence. Aya had returned.]
[But then something pulls her out of the comfort of the hand against her face—throws her against the ground. There is a glimpse of blood, ragged breath, Aya's (no, Eve's) hands wrapped around her body. An ice rink with a creature that looks far too similar to her own boss—and the familiar feeling of a hand tracing the line of her jaw.]
[With a gasp, Gabrielle pulls back from Fela's touch, like fire burning against metal. The memories (dreams? nightmares?) that had seemed so distant, were making themselves clear to her now.]
What just happened? [Gabrielle presses her fingers against her forehead, trying to catch her breath. To collect all the pieces of the puzzle that have presented themselves. She's not sure if it because of Fela, or another factor she cannot explain.] Those dreams— memories. How...?
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[But then something pulls her out of the comfort of the hand against her face—throws her against the ground. There is a glimpse of blood, ragged breath, Aya's (no, Eve's) hands wrapped around her body. An ice rink with a creature that looks far too similar to her own boss—and the familiar feeling of a hand tracing the line of her jaw.]
[With a gasp, Gabrielle pulls back from Fela's touch, like fire burning against metal. The memories (dreams? nightmares?) that had seemed so distant, were making themselves clear to her now.]
What just happened? [Gabrielle presses her fingers against her forehead, trying to catch her breath. To collect all the pieces of the puzzle that have presented themselves. She's not sure if it because of Fela, or another factor she cannot explain.] Those dreams— memories. How...?