It's the first day of Junior year and Idaia's feeling pretty good. She likes her classes so far, it's a beautiful day, and she just has an indescribable positive feeling. Her last class of the day has just let out and she has an entirely tolerable amount of homework.
Her phone rings.
"Hello?"
They hang out with Idaia's friends. They book a trip to Canada for before it's properly wintertime.
And in the meantime, Idaia subjects herself to exposure therapy, mostly consisting of chilling the room by magic while clinging to her husband.
"I'm sick of not being able to do things because I can't handle the cold I want it gone not just ameliorated enough I can visit Canada."
She can't do all that much at once, but the sessions get longer as she teaches herself to deal with it.
He does not like her doing stressful things but does not object, all things considered. He hugs her constantly.
Good. Hugs are exactly what she needs from him while she's doing this.
But she does notice his discomfort.
You can't keep me from everything forever, she tells him. I won't do anything that risks my life, but sometimes I'm going to decide that something unpleasant is worth it.
That's fair.
Although I'm inclined to defend you fiercely, given how far on the other extreme most other people who know what's what seem to be. I don't, like, actually regret not punching Artanis, but sometimes I regret not punching Artanis.
You were too unconscious to punch Artanis once she did the thing worth punching her over, she sighs. You having been unconscious is, like, the entire problem.
Could've anticipated it and punched her in advance. Or killed her at Alqualonde. Or not gotten hurt.
I love you, she replies happily, snuggling a little closer. --It'd be convenient if you could stand to physically let go of me as long as I was nearby enough in a year or two so I could finish my degree but if not I'll live.
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