Richelle Dunn leaned against Roy Lewis, at first, her consciousness was indeed very chaotic.
But after being comforted by his kisses for a while, she gradually calmed down and her consciousness started to clear up a bit.
In the darkness, she vaguely knew who was holding her, but she resisted admitting that she knew.
Before the crisis was completely resolved, she just wanted to let herself lean in this reassuring embrace and take a good rest for a while.
Roy Lewis seemed to be able to sense her vulnerability, stroking her back with one hand and gently massaging the back of her neck with the other hand.
Neither of them made any more noise, just silently embracing each other in the darkness, waiting for the arrival of the rescue team.
Richelle Dunn had forgotten how many years it had been since she felt so at ease.
