[ The touch on her hand is warm; it's the skin on skin contact that helps to ease her out of the panic. Elena drops her hand from his arm but turns it enough to clasp his— she's okay, she's okay.
Her laugh this time is a soft huffing, less harsh. She's having a hard time remembering all of the things Nate would walk her through when coming awake in the middle of the night, gripped by the terror of a nightmare, experiencing the blast all over again. Having Tony's presence there, along with Courser, gradually does begin to steady her. He's got her.
The play of emotions over her pale face then, skin damp from the cold sweat that'd broken out moments ago, it's a mixture of pain and sadness, fear and worry. He doesn't know that Flynn had talked to her.
She shakes her head. ]
My- my army is weak. You guys kind of— failed. Before you even started.
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Her laugh this time is a soft huffing, less harsh. She's having a hard time remembering all of the things Nate would walk her through when coming awake in the middle of the night, gripped by the terror of a nightmare, experiencing the blast all over again. Having Tony's presence there, along with Courser, gradually does begin to steady her. He's got her.
The play of emotions over her pale face then, skin damp from the cold sweat that'd broken out moments ago, it's a mixture of pain and sadness, fear and worry. He doesn't know that Flynn had talked to her.
She shakes her head. ]
My- my army is weak. You guys kind of— failed. Before you even started.