Reaching out, she fumbled, felt the dim warmth of skin. An arm so thin she could wrap her hand around it, middle finger and thumb touching. Her hand slid down the arm and her fingers twined with those of a hand smaller than hers.
The physical contact seemed to put the physical sensations of air on her skin into a kind of context. The sense of pressure faded.
Maybe if it’s fading, we can figure out what’s going on here.
“I’m hungry,” the girl beside her spoke.
“I am too.”
“I want to go home.”
How about this: Cauldron test subjects?
There was the sound of a key in the lock, and her heart leapt.
The light felt like knives being driven into her eye sockets, but she stared anyways. A man, tall, tan and long-haired, entered the room, a lantern in one hand and a plate of food in the other.
…Trickster, is that you?
If not for the child I would take this to mean we’re in Noelle’s head… that might still be the case, but we need to figure out what’s going on with the child.
Is it Dinah? Did Coil decide to store her with Noelle while she’s recovering? That seems like a tremendously bad idea.