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[ It took a lot of willpower for her to willingly separate herself from him, that test of object permanence when out of view. Yes, he was here and solid... But that seed of doubt was still trying to get a foothold in her mind. So, to combat it, she'd taken to getting involved in helping with the flooding however she could. And right now, that meant blankets. Maybe she was being a little too overzealous with this project, but it was working. She'd successfully left him at least three times now and he'd been here every time she'd come back.

It was going to be okay.

The nickname softens any protestation she might've made in an attempt to show she totally had this, giving a nod against the blankets with a muffled 'okay' before stepping towards the open hands to lighten her load. ]