Rationally, Melody knew people had perished in the attack. Dragons weren't native to London, buildings didn't just collapse out of nowhere. Obviously, there were countless individuals who wouldn't be returning home again. However, Melody hadn't considered anything beyond keeping Nora alive through it. She hadn't thought about the attack or the dragons or any of it beyond how it pertained to the building balanced precariously above them. And now that she had ...
Nora could easily become one of those same victims. Head injuries were funny, fickle things, where even if Nora survived she might not be herself anymore. And then what would happen to her? How different would she be?
She sat forward in her chair, a sharp pained inhale escaping her as she did, to grip Nora's hand. "Thank you," she replied quietly, her voice thick with tears. (Later, when she had time to process all that had happened, Melody would realize it was the first kind thing Ben had said about her in months.)
Nora could easily become one of those same victims. Head injuries were funny, fickle things, where even if Nora survived she might not be herself anymore. And then what would happen to her? How different would she be?
She sat forward in her chair, a sharp pained inhale escaping her as she did, to grip Nora's hand. "Thank you," she replied quietly, her voice thick with tears. (Later, when she had time to process all that had happened, Melody would realize it was the first kind thing Ben had said about her in months.)