Merlin bless the boy for getting off of her.

She let herself be pulled up, drawing in a deep, long breath so that her lungs spread outwards once again. She gripped at his arm, probably harder than she meant to. But didn't he know? Didn't he understand? At least it hadn't been so bad that time. Usually, the tunnel vision would set in around her eyes, and she would see spotty explosions of color in front of her.

"I thought I was getting better," she panted, leaning against him for a moment, trying to banish the lightness from her head. See? This was fine. Why was this fine, and yet the other thing was more than she could bear?

"I don't like small spaces," she said, shaking her head. "I don't, they... they make me nervous."

She paused.

"I didn't mean to... What I mean to say is... I like..." She was quickly growing frustrated with herself, which only made her word choice less well thought out.

"It's a good thing we stopped, though, because I'm not going in there." She pointed in the general direction of his room, though it was more towards the kitchen. "Not yet."

There, see? It was on purpose.

She stared at him, chest heaving a bit, hair falling into her face. She dared him to contest her on that- on either her fear or her refusal- all with the look of her eyes. Maybe he would turn away, and not see the embarrassment and the desire mingling deep down in the blue.