[ It's all he can do just to stay focused and standing. God, why won't it stop? He can't keep two coherent thoughts side-by-side in his head, can hardly seem to see, all his senses short-circuited by what he can only call the psychic presence of the wind.
When it finally dies down, he's shaking, sweating, and hanging on to Daisy, and he can't tell if it's to make sure she's okay or he is. He looks down the few inches between them into her face. He's very, very clearly shaken. ]
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When it finally dies down, he's shaking, sweating, and hanging on to Daisy, and he can't tell if it's to make sure she's okay or he is. He looks down the few inches between them into her face. He's very, very clearly shaken. ]
You okay?