( She hasn't stopped coming toward him, but she makes small steps, steady, to match his steps back, his focus unerring from the tree. )
You're a good boy, and we're okay, Jake, you and me and Finn and everyone and even Wei Wuxian ( with time ) will be, we're okay.
( When she's close enough, she's gentle in letting him step back into the blanket, and she's down low, where she can see about sliding her arms around him, when he's this size and not some other size. )
You were trying to keep us safe, Jake, I know you were. I won't let a ghost get you, and you won't let a ghost get me. So come with me, Jake, you good boy, you. Come with me so that you can help Wei Wuxian too, you great boy, you good Jake, okay? We're okay, we're safe, and we're scaring him. The ghosts here are in our heads. They're in our hearts, Jake, and you're scared, and that's okay.
( If he lets her hug him, she will, still talking what is largely turning into repetitive nonsense, soothing in voice. Like she's been soothed before. She can't really pet him through a blanket, but she can run her hand over it in small, soothing motions like petting, when he's still staring, staring, staring up that tree. )
Come with me, good boy, good Jake. We'll be careful, we'll go slowly. Because we care, right? Because you're a good boy. Because no one wants to be scared, and it's okay that we are, but we don't have to only be scared. We're okay, Jake. We're good.
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( She hasn't stopped coming toward him, but she makes small steps, steady, to match his steps back, his focus unerring from the tree. )
You're a good boy, and we're okay, Jake, you and me and Finn and everyone and even Wei Wuxian ( with time ) will be, we're okay.
( When she's close enough, she's gentle in letting him step back into the blanket, and she's down low, where she can see about sliding her arms around him, when he's this size and not some other size. )
You were trying to keep us safe, Jake, I know you were. I won't let a ghost get you, and you won't let a ghost get me. So come with me, Jake, you good boy, you. Come with me so that you can help Wei Wuxian too, you great boy, you good Jake, okay? We're okay, we're safe, and we're scaring him. The ghosts here are in our heads. They're in our hearts, Jake, and you're scared, and that's okay.
( If he lets her hug him, she will, still talking what is largely turning into repetitive nonsense, soothing in voice. Like she's been soothed before. She can't really pet him through a blanket, but she can run her hand over it in small, soothing motions like petting, when he's still staring, staring, staring up that tree. )
Come with me, good boy, good Jake. We'll be careful, we'll go slowly. Because we care, right? Because you're a good boy. Because no one wants to be scared, and it's okay that we are, but we don't have to only be scared. We're okay, Jake. We're good.