[ the movement of her arm had caused her sleeve to hike. she doesn't notice until he speaks, and her eyes automatically dipping shyly. the rope burns are red, ugly things on the skin of her wrist, and she resists the urge to pull her sleeve back down. it seems like death has left a mark on her.
instead, she forces out a shaky laugh. ]
I might... be in the same predicament as you. [ and she looks up here, now, with a tilt of her head, as though challenging him to contest her claim. ]
NO UUUUUUU /edits this a million times
instead, she forces out a shaky laugh. ]
I might... be in the same predicament as you. [ and she looks up here, now, with a tilt of her head, as though challenging him to contest her claim. ]