[Dorothy honestly doesn't mind this at all--if anything, she barely registers a lot of it at first, simply letting Yeager take the lead as she lets him just kind of get comfortable behind her, as long as he's mindful of his hands she doesn't mind, but--
She feels that hard metal against her back and she does feel herself tense a bit at it, because she did not expect that. It's a dull registration, more than anything, but it almost gets Dorothy to speak up--
I would appreciate it if you didn't ask, miss Dorothy.
...]
You're doing me...this much of a favor. It's the least I can do in kind, and I sincerely doubt I'll remember this in the morning. I won't ask, nor say a word.
[...She doesn't know why, but she finds herself idly taking wrapping a pinkie around one of his, where ever he's decided to put his hands. It's a strange thing, it's...
"We can't let her get the last laugh. We've gotta come up with a joke of our own."
Pinne had chuckled a bit, the illusion in Dorothy's mind joyful and happy. Despite the words Snow White had said. "Okie-dokie! What's our joke gonna be?"
"Not sure." Dorothy had paused thoughtfully, ignoring Snow White's increasingly disturbed look. "The main thing is that it's gotta be something creative, something out of the ordinary."
The illusion of Pinne had thought for a moment, before shaking her head and smiling. They spoke of the joke they were going to make at Snow White's expense, laughing all the while, Snow White's look going increasingly grim as Dorothy raised a pinky in the air and shook it with the illusion. At the thin air, at nothing there.
Dorothy doesn't know why she repeats the gesture here, but it's...]
...It's been a while since I've done one of these, but I hope it will suffice.
[...]
Good night, Sir Yeager. Do try to sleep well.
[It doesn't take long for Dorothy to fall asleep after that, pinkie loosening and falling back off the side of the bed if anything. But Dorothy will sleep through the night and most of tomorrow with certainty.]
cw: talk of past hallucinations
She feels that hard metal against her back and she does feel herself tense a bit at it, because she did not expect that. It's a dull registration, more than anything, but it almost gets Dorothy to speak up--
I would appreciate it if you didn't ask, miss Dorothy.
...]
You're doing me...this much of a favor. It's the least I can do in kind, and I sincerely doubt I'll remember this in the morning. I won't ask, nor say a word.
[...She doesn't know why, but she finds herself idly taking wrapping a pinkie around one of his, where ever he's decided to put his hands. It's a strange thing, it's...
"We can't let her get the last laugh. We've gotta come up with a joke of our own."
Pinne had chuckled a bit, the illusion in Dorothy's mind joyful and happy. Despite the words Snow White had said. "Okie-dokie! What's our joke gonna be?"
"Not sure." Dorothy had paused thoughtfully, ignoring Snow White's increasingly disturbed look. "The main thing is that it's gotta be something creative, something out of the ordinary."
The illusion of Pinne had thought for a moment, before shaking her head and smiling. They spoke of the joke they were going to make at Snow White's expense, laughing all the while, Snow White's look going increasingly grim as Dorothy raised a pinky in the air and shook it with the illusion. At the thin air, at nothing there.
Dorothy doesn't know why she repeats the gesture here, but it's...]
...It's been a while since I've done one of these, but I hope it will suffice.
[...]
Good night, Sir Yeager. Do try to sleep well.
[It doesn't take long for Dorothy to fall asleep after that, pinkie loosening and falling back off the side of the bed if anything. But Dorothy will sleep through the night and most of tomorrow with certainty.]