[ There's relief that comes, in the wake of an event like this, where the overall feeling of terror isn't quite as crushing anymore and Snow finally thinks that she might be able to breathe again. The fact that she's not alone helps, even if it's just the three of them standing together, her hand falling to Connor's shoulder while its twin lingers in Bigby's, creating a closed circuit that, for a moment, makes her feel safer in the midst of all of it.
The fact that Bigby's moving, though, is what draws her in his direction, hand leaving Connor as she immediately attempts to steady Bigby in his efforts to stand. He's still healing, and she knows any motion at this point has got to be painful for him, but when he's made up his mind on something, there'll be no deterring him. Besides, out of the three of them, he's been here the longest, and she knows she might have to cede to his instincts if he's sensing something off here. ]
Bigby?
[ His name leaves her uncertainly — not because she's wary of him, but what he can sense that she can't, and while she's initially tempted to cling to him, to squeeze harder to keep him from looking out the window, she lets him slip free, withdrawing her hand as she lingers over by the bed with Connor. ]
What do you mean, it's not leaving? [ A rhetorical question, since he's already answered it, but she isn't moving either, per his order. ]
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The fact that Bigby's moving, though, is what draws her in his direction, hand leaving Connor as she immediately attempts to steady Bigby in his efforts to stand. He's still healing, and she knows any motion at this point has got to be painful for him, but when he's made up his mind on something, there'll be no deterring him. Besides, out of the three of them, he's been here the longest, and she knows she might have to cede to his instincts if he's sensing something off here. ]
Bigby?
[ His name leaves her uncertainly — not because she's wary of him, but what he can sense that she can't, and while she's initially tempted to cling to him, to squeeze harder to keep him from looking out the window, she lets him slip free, withdrawing her hand as she lingers over by the bed with Connor. ]
What do you mean, it's not leaving? [ A rhetorical question, since he's already answered it, but she isn't moving either, per his order. ]
You've never seen anything like this before?