Once again, Doc's words leave Daisy reeling, though this time it's for something he could never have guessed. There no way he could know how deeply the story of parents being pulled away from their infant daughter would resonate with her. He couldn't have any idea that she'd lost her own mother again just the day before.
Rolling with the punches. That's the only way she's survived this long.
Reaching out, she wraps her hand around his, pained sympathy etched into her expression. Her fingers are colder than they should be, a biting chill running bonedeep, but she only holds on long enough to give a brief squeeze that she hopes will provide even just an ounce of comfort.
"We'll get you both back to your daughter soon. I promise." She doesn't care what rules of time and space they have to break to do it. Letting go of his hand, she takes a step toward where she can see a man sitting on a front porch in the distance. "Thanks for showing me the way."
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Rolling with the punches. That's the only way she's survived this long.
Reaching out, she wraps her hand around his, pained sympathy etched into her expression. Her fingers are colder than they should be, a biting chill running bonedeep, but she only holds on long enough to give a brief squeeze that she hopes will provide even just an ounce of comfort.
"We'll get you both back to your daughter soon. I promise." She doesn't care what rules of time and space they have to break to do it. Letting go of his hand, she takes a step toward where she can see a man sitting on a front porch in the distance. "Thanks for showing me the way."