the book of love is filled with... screaming?

Luce breathed in deeply as he instructed, finally beat down enough to just listen. In and out. She carefully listened to the beat of her heart, trying to lose herself in the once familiar metronome. When had she become so out of touch with her own health? The very beat of her heart sounded foreign. Her eyes dilated as she stared upwards at the ash-covered sky. Could they overcome this?

For now, she closed her eyes tightly. Instead of focusing on her own breathing and heartbeat, Luce zeroed in on Bourbon's. He sounded healthy, if a bit nervous. Focusing on the warmth of him at her side, the usually so belligerent shamyn followed his instructions to the letter.