Shadowheart

Alright.

[ softly. he runs his thumb over the back of her hand then and takes her hand into both of his to cup it gently. he looks around, as if trying to figure out the way to leave—but he can't promise they won't see anything else. these mirrors have a mind of their own. ]

... you can close your eyes, if you don't want to see it. I can't promise we won't hear or feel anything but... I can try to get us out of here.

Is that okay? Can you trust me?