It was harder than she would like, to try and calm herself down somehow, but Daff was trying to focus on Elias' arms around her, the steady (if quick) beat of his heart against her cheek, his hand on her back. It was working, this was exactly what she needed, but she was far from better.

He started to loosen his hold and she panicked, snuggling in more, shaking her head. Somewhere deep down she knew they couldn't stand here in his living room all day, somebody would notice she was missing sooner or later, but right about now, she couldn't focus on anything else. Daff was in survival mode; it was one minute at a time. "I was so scared." She wasn't shaking as much, nor was the flood of tears unbearable. The exhaustion was starting to win out; she hadn't slept in twenty-four hours now and something told her, she wouldn't be sleeping much in the coming days either. This would certainly trigger a bout of sleeplessness like she had experienced last summer, possibly worse.

It took her a few moments longer, but Daff finally felt like she was hardly trembling anymore and he probably wanted the use of his arms back. Leaning back slightly, Daff ran her hands over her face, trying to swipe away the remnants of the tears, though she knew the dark circles under her eyes couldn't be helped. Peering sheepishly up at Elias, she sighed slowly, finally feeling some of the frantic panic dissipating. She didn't know what to do now, but she certainly didn't want to leave.