"Elara." Just her name, soft and sure. "You're on the floor."
"I've got you," Cass said.
She called Cass.
Cass didn't fix her. Didn't ask what was wrong. She just breathed with her, a steady metronome of care, until the tightness in Elara’s chest began to unspool. the loving dominant pdf
She was not fixed. But for the first time in a long time, she was held. "Elara
It wasn't cold. It was warm. The header was a soft, dark green, and the first line read: "Hello, my love. You are not too much. You are not broken. You are simply untethered, and that is where I can hold you." Cass didn't fix her
"Good. That was the right thing. Now, listen to my voice. I need you to match my breathing. In… two, three, four. Hold… two, three, four. Out… two, three, four."