[She finds herself wincing at his request, unable to supply a verbal response for all that her throat had gotten surprisingly tight. She should have known that he wouldn't stray from his original line of thought for too long. Even if she had narrowly missed handing him a can of worms--trade one for another, anyway-- and now... she could hardly dance from it further without running.
That quiver in the ground around them.
The thoughts, rapid fire, spinning, insistent, he shouldn't see -- not like this, barely her own voice, or was it? That pressure. And yet, he already had, in a way, hadn't he? He was already there, so near, so close, so -- oblivious, to everything, The Empire and yet. A name. What name. What name? She felt so inexplicably jumbled, but briefly, finally, she glances up, not quite fully, but more than she had during his entire approach, eyes wide and that uncertainty.
Her hood hadn't come down yet, but unconsciously, she had already altered her appearance: a face closer to one he might know, one he might not run from. ]
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That quiver in the ground around them.
The thoughts, rapid fire, spinning, insistent, he shouldn't see -- not like this, barely her own voice, or was it? That pressure. And yet, he already had, in a way, hadn't he? He was already there, so near, so close, so -- oblivious, to everything, The Empire and yet. A name. What name. What name? She felt so inexplicably jumbled, but briefly, finally, she glances up, not quite fully, but more than she had during his entire approach, eyes wide and that uncertainty.
Her hood hadn't come down yet, but unconsciously, she had already altered her appearance: a face closer to one he might know, one he might not run from. ]