[She was dreaming of her father? Well all things considered...Ryusei hangs near the edge of the tub, anxious. It's getting worse. He can see that just fine, and it looks like no amount of shouting will get her to wake from her nightmare. He is not her father. Her body still felt too warm even after he managed to get her out of the water. What can he do?
His eyes frantically looks around, at the gradual appearance of familiar dark wisps, down to Ryusei. Ugh, how does one force oneself into someone's dream again?] Susato...I'm right here. [He moves to sit on the floor, Susato still in his arms. He moves to holding onto one of her hands. Come on, let him in.]
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His eyes frantically looks around, at the gradual appearance of familiar dark wisps, down to Ryusei. Ugh, how does one force oneself into someone's dream again?] Susato...I'm right here. [He moves to sit on the floor, Susato still in his arms. He moves to holding onto one of her hands. Come on, let him in.]