[North jerks violently like he's been shot the second Carolina touches him, one of the hands in his hair protectively covering the back of his neck. His fingers curl like rigor mortis and the tension in his body doesn't fade.
But finally, one pale blue eye cracks open. And when he's met with darkness and silver light instead of daylight and a wall of white armor, when he realizes the hands on his shoulders are smaller and more delicate than the hungry, grasping hands that had picked him up like he weighed nothing, taken what they wanted, and left him for dead; that's when he slowly starts to come around. He looks at Carolina's hands and follows the line of her arm up to her face, his expression still disoriented and a little scared.]
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But finally, one pale blue eye cracks open. And when he's met with darkness and silver light instead of daylight and a wall of white armor, when he realizes the hands on his shoulders are smaller and more delicate than the hungry, grasping hands that had picked him up like he weighed nothing, taken what they wanted, and left him for dead; that's when he slowly starts to come around. He looks at Carolina's hands and follows the line of her arm up to her face, his expression still disoriented and a little scared.]
...Carolina? York? Wh-