[ ... She hates it when he's right like that, and so just frowns instead of saying anything in response, pulling her hand away from his grip slowly. Just... what in the world is she supposed to do about this? It's not all her responsibility, sure, but it feels like it should be.
There's an odd tone in her voice when she finally speaks up, eyes down and mostly obscured by her hair and long lashes. ]
Mine was glowing earlier. Like it was... [ ...trying to reactivate. Even though it's been white and untroublesome ever since she suddenly went mad on the battlefield and spent over a week in the clinic so near death nobody thought she'd come back from it.
Even after her recovery her worry about it hasn't been allowed to wane at all though, with the fear here that something more might happen, that Sigmund - and Hope - might worsen.... ]
... Just what is going on...?
There's an odd tone in her voice when she finally speaks up, eyes down and mostly obscured by her hair and long lashes. ]
Mine was glowing earlier. Like it was... [ ...trying to reactivate. Even though it's been white and untroublesome ever since she suddenly went mad on the battlefield and spent over a week in the clinic so near death nobody thought she'd come back from it.
Even after her recovery her worry about it hasn't been allowed to wane at all though, with the fear here that something more might happen, that Sigmund - and Hope - might worsen.... ]
... Just what is going on...?
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