[ She wants to lash out at his lack of interest, that her worry and concern held validity. That she wasn't an inconvenience in his day. The panic begins to calm, the blood pounding in her ears slowly stilling as she gets her breathing back under control. Though, it doesn't shake the chill at his word choice. She hardly saw this as a fortuitous set of circumstances.
But, she also had no interest in remaining in such a vulnerable position -- getting up (and doing her best to hide the effort) without his help. Her clothes are heavy, but she'd do this on her own if it killed her. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the pressure of his fingers digging into her shoulder, the pull on her power. There'd been no warmth, and she hadn't expected to see any. Not after the Winter Fete. Taking a moment to wring out her dress, her plans to brush his comments off are overruled by the chatter of her teeth as a sharp wind rushes over them. Picking up her bag, she does her best to keep a distance from him, stubbornly squaring her shoulders. ]
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But, she also had no interest in remaining in such a vulnerable position -- getting up (and doing her best to hide the effort) without his help. Her clothes are heavy, but she'd do this on her own if it killed her. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel the pressure of his fingers digging into her shoulder, the pull on her power. There'd been no warmth, and she hadn't expected to see any. Not after the Winter Fete. Taking a moment to wring out her dress, her plans to brush his comments off are overruled by the chatter of her teeth as a sharp wind rushes over them. Picking up her bag, she does her best to keep a distance from him, stubbornly squaring her shoulders. ]
Fine. Lead the way.