[ Things are happening very quickly, all at once; it's something they're not quite able to comprehend properly. Not yet, at least. A light they're fearful of, voices demanding things of them they don't understand, and the sudden presence of a familiar flame they remember.
(Despite that horror, they are already finding comfort in the voice that snaps them from the trance induced by light. Shadows dream of endless fire.)
It's lucky that Grimm is foresighted enough to pick them up and run; standing under their own power is beyond them for the moment. All they can do is hold onto his cloak, shaking violently, clearly frightened by the intrusion they'd just experienced.
They bury their face in his shoulder, refusing to look at the world around them until everything stops moving and their head stops hurting. Hopefully nothing tries to target them specifically in the meantime, because they're in no state to defend themselves right now.
At least nothing appears to be coming after them - not yet, at least. ]
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(Despite that horror, they are already finding comfort in the voice that snaps them from the trance induced by light. Shadows dream of endless fire.)
It's lucky that Grimm is foresighted enough to pick them up and run; standing under their own power is beyond them for the moment. All they can do is hold onto his cloak, shaking violently, clearly frightened by the intrusion they'd just experienced.
They bury their face in his shoulder, refusing to look at the world around them until everything stops moving and their head stops hurting. Hopefully nothing tries to target them specifically in the meantime, because they're in no state to defend themselves right now.
At least nothing appears to be coming after them - not yet, at least. ]