[She's trying so hard - so very, very hard - not to cry, but it's a lost battle. He's worn down her defenses with hot water, gentle touches, and hungry kisses. She clings to him, hiding her face against his chest as though trying to disappear. She doesn't want to fall apart in front of him, hates being this open and weak.
She hasn't cried like this since she first arrived, sobbing into Bolin's arms. Thinking about him makes her cry even harder. She tries to hold it in and breathe, but the effort just makes her choke. When he suggests drying off, she nods, coughing too hard to speak.]
⊕ march 15th, late evening
She hasn't cried like this since she first arrived, sobbing into Bolin's arms. Thinking about him makes her cry even harder. She tries to hold it in and breathe, but the effort just makes her choke. When he suggests drying off, she nods, coughing too hard to speak.]