Barely a second passed between her being freed and his arms wrapping tight around her. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright? Fuck, Maple, I'm sorry." His distress was obvious in the way he held her and his voice, which had taken on a broken and almost raspy edge.
Maple began coughing then, forcing Dory to pull away to give her space. Still, he continued to touch her at all times, as if he now required tactile reasurance that she was in fact alright. "You're alright, Maple. You're safe." He anxiously repeated.
Maple began coughing then, forcing Dory to pull away to give her space. Still, he continued to touch her at all times, as if he now required tactile reasurance that she was in fact alright. "You're alright, Maple. You're safe." He anxiously repeated.