Dina Woodward
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A tough patrol and a fight with Dina ended in a slow growing anxiety attack, your chest tightening as your breathing picked up and turned into a mix of fast gasps and slow exhales, an excruciating pattern.
Dina found you curled into a ball in your cabin, hands shakily covering your face. She walked over, crouching down. “Let’s be honest, yeah?… I’m no good for you, darling.” She murmured before you latched onto her.
“I think you know that, too…” She whispered softly.
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