Though she left it just yesterday, it feels as though it's the first of her hut she's seen in days. Natalia's returned to it only to shower and change, and now, standing with wet hair in her tiny kitchen, she finds herself uncertain how next to proceed.
It's uncomfortable, this lost feeling all the more unsettling for its rarity, and it takes her longer than it should to place the muted tap on the path outside as Matt's cane. It's not until she opens the door to the sight of him standing there, as strong and tall as always, that Natalia recognizes the weakness blooming in her limbs as relief.
"Matt," she says, wondering despite the warmth she feels at the sight of him if she has time for this. It's foolish, perhaps, to assume that the men in the next hut can't look after themselves for another hour. James can, if not Jason, but it feels too much like home, too much like chasing after James and seeking, against all odds, to keep him whole through each crisis and the next. "I...come in."
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Date: 2011-11-20 09:06 pm (UTC)It's uncomfortable, this lost feeling all the more unsettling for its rarity, and it takes her longer than it should to place the muted tap on the path outside as Matt's cane. It's not until she opens the door to the sight of him standing there, as strong and tall as always, that Natalia recognizes the weakness blooming in her limbs as relief.
"Matt," she says, wondering despite the warmth she feels at the sight of him if she has time for this. It's foolish, perhaps, to assume that the men in the next hut can't look after themselves for another hour. James can, if not Jason, but it feels too much like home, too much like chasing after James and seeking, against all odds, to keep him whole through each crisis and the next. "I...come in."