[The hallucinomemory was like a river of fog, and even with Pen's help, Freya couldn't quite get back onto the bank, though at least now she was at the surface. For something so ethereal, it was moving so quickly, constantly trying to drag her back into it.]
[The hand on Pen's knee tenses a little in a weak squeeze. Sensation was good. Kept her out of the river.]
Probably... shouldn't stay here, huh? [Penelope told her where she was currently, but that answer's already gone. Too long ago.]
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[The hallucinomemory was like a river of fog, and even with Pen's help, Freya couldn't quite get back onto the bank, though at least now she was at the surface. For something so ethereal, it was moving so quickly, constantly trying to drag her back into it.]
[The hand on Pen's knee tenses a little in a weak squeeze. Sensation was good. Kept her out of the river.]
Probably... shouldn't stay here, huh? [Penelope told her where she was currently, but that answer's already gone. Too long ago.]