[He feels sweaty, almost clammy to the touch. The enforced sleep hasn't been at all restful to him, and at her touch he snaps awake, breathing heavily for a few moments before he takes a gulp of air and tries to steady himself. Delta's presence helps immensely with this, as it always does. Breathe, York. This is Paradisa, Delta's here inside your mind, and Carolina is alive and next to you and not crazy.]
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