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The alarm plays clear on his face. One minute, she’s fine, and the next, Lydia has this spacey look in her eyes, almost like a trance. It’s when the dull expression changes to fear that he moved into action. “Lydia? Lydia!” Something tickles at the base of his skull, something just out of reach, but it demands enough attention to cause him to kick into action. He grasps at the sides of her face, wide-eyed and determined.

“Concentrate on my heartbeat. Don’t listen to anything else.”

“–There you go,” he whispers when he finally feels her body begin to react. His hands move from the smooth skin of her neck to the curves of her shoulders, gently encouraging her form to fall forward towards his. Jeremy doesn’t quite understand what took over her just now, nor the cause of the panic on her face. It’s familiar, though– in a way, a little too close to home. Wherever her mind went, however, he could tell she was coming back. “I got ya; you’re okay,” the young hunter echoes again, his thumb rubbing absently over her arm. “That doesn’t, uh, happen a lot, does it?”

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