( In this instance, the steadiness is vastly preferable. An accompaniment to the cold stone wall and brisk breeze in helping her regulate herself, settle her breathing.

A caressing soul, ever striving for connection and so often feeling too much. This was grounding. )

This isn’t my first time getting dragged into a mess by a dream. I— I wonder if that might have been not-really-me, either.

( Quiet, a few moments, just breathing. )

How do you cope with it?