Lydia is right, Allison isn't really a hugger. Never has been, and death sure as hell hasn't really changed that, but circumstances called for it, and...who knows. Maybe it's some of her father's influence on her, considering he's the one that could probably be considered as 'affectionate' in her family, and it's him who used to hug her in order to ground her after her mother died.
Right now, that's certainly the effect that this is having on her. Lydia's words and the way she's rocking in place feel as if they remind her that she's there, that she's real, that she's not alone, and Lydia is right. They're okay. They're fine. They'd be fine.
Allison breathes out a sort of chuckle as she nods, blinking back the tears that she had been fighting back earlier. "Yes, we're going to be fine." She truly believes that, and she pulls back after a moment, just enough to look at her with a small smile on her face. "And I'm really proud of you, you know. A Berserker? You must be killing it here, too, since it looks like you made it out of the RED zone." She tugs slightly at Lydia's jumpsuit, as if to reference what she's talking about.
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Right now, that's certainly the effect that this is having on her. Lydia's words and the way she's rocking in place feel as if they remind her that she's there, that she's real, that she's not alone, and Lydia is right. They're okay. They're fine. They'd be fine.
Allison breathes out a sort of chuckle as she nods, blinking back the tears that she had been fighting back earlier. "Yes, we're going to be fine." She truly believes that, and she pulls back after a moment, just enough to look at her with a small smile on her face. "And I'm really proud of you, you know. A Berserker? You must be killing it here, too, since it looks like you made it out of the RED zone." She tugs slightly at Lydia's jumpsuit, as if to reference what she's talking about.