[ she's feeling something she can't quite put just one word to; it's not that she's forgotten everything that's been depressing her, reducing her into a kind of half-asleep semi-Sheryl, it's just that she's not focused on it. Like she's standing in an island of safety, while the monsoon rages on.
no subject
She half-turns, leaning against his chest ]
Kamina, I...
Thank you.