Stone Circle No time

Commotion, clamoring, so much noise;
And through it all, Astrid did not move.
Tauris's grapple to pull her close is met with a neat snap of her teeth; not once did she stray from her place cupped at the curve of her faðir's neck, like how she slept when she was small enough to bury herself there. Sven, Sven is here, and for what felt like the first time ever, she accepts the touch.
She wished this wasn't happening. She wished she could disappear.
The cries around her start to make her feel like she's drowning in a thick, tar-like feeling that encases her body entire. Confusion, dismay, despair; she focuses hard on the raspy, slow breaths coming from — pabbi. In... out. In... out. He is still here, he is still warm.
The chattering, the talking, more bodies crowding them— anger. Searing, red hot anger;

EVERYONE SHUT UP!

She surprises even herself with the ear-shattering volume. Shut up, please, please shut up! Please! Please! her chords all but snap and she can't breathe and she just wanted him to open his eyes or say something just something and—
She cannot stop the barrage of sobs before they start. They are brutally unforgiving and they tear her apart from the inside out.