[ Some part of her is almost disappointed by the easy permittance of her redirection. There's a telling warmth in her belly that will go hungry tonight because of her practicality, because of her fluttering uncertainty. She reminds herself that she didn't come here for that, and that it's her injuries stopping her.
It helps a little.
She sifts through bottles to find the right one and passes it back to him, still foolishly holding onto the loofa because it's in her hands now and she doesn't know what to do with it. ]
Thank you.
[ 'Thank you,' she says of the help he has provided for her injuries, and 'kriff you,' she doesn't say for taking advantage of them to get his hands on her, and now she won't ever be able to forget what it felt like. ]
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It helps a little.
She sifts through bottles to find the right one and passes it back to him, still foolishly holding onto the loofa because it's in her hands now and she doesn't know what to do with it. ]
Thank you.
[ 'Thank you,' she says of the help he has provided for her injuries, and 'kriff you,' she doesn't say for taking advantage of them to get his hands on her, and now she won't ever be able to forget what it felt like. ]