MY MUSE IS SUFFERING FROM A PANIC ATTACK AND CAN’T BREATH. WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE DO?

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     Hands tremble as the air escapes her, stomach contorting as she processes what exactly is happening. the cause of this turmoil is unclear, but the sudden rush of emotion has caused a bitter reaction, one that is nearly irreversible – until her brother ( of all people ! ) places his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes. 

     eyes flick back to watch his, seeing his steady gaze, hearing his calming voice. his words remind her to breathe, to relax her body, to blink away the tears that blur her vision. she exhales, ( relief – the weight on her shoulders sliding off with ease ) and steps into his chest, wrapping her arms around him as a sob rivets through the air, and she squeezes her eyes tightly. ( very rarely does she even see this side of him, let alone feel his comforting presence, and although she’s not sure if he will return the embrace, she knows she can count on him – after all, that what brothers are for, right? ) although they are different in every respect, there is a certain understanding that they have ( even though they are polar opposites, ice still runs through their veins, and they can see themselves reflected in each other ). 

                         " Thank you, Sokka, “ she says, voice muffled by his shoulder. she pulls away, wiping her eyes and face and plopping down onto the ground, giving a slightly laugh as she looks up at him. ” I’m glad to know you’re here for me. “