[Rosalind stops as well. And she looks at Elizabeth with a silent shift in focus, from observation to recognition. From study to . . . well. To action, it seems, as she draws close and takes Elizabeth's shoulders, as if expecting her to crumple to the ground. It brings her in close, and she murmurs, firm and careful.]
Breathe. In slowly, and out even more so.
[There are silly fears that one should be capable of mastering, she thinks. But this - this is real in more ways than she cares for.]
[Action] March 25th
Breathe. In slowly, and out even more so.
[There are silly fears that one should be capable of mastering, she thinks. But this - this is real in more ways than she cares for.]