[She stammers just a little, struggling not to trip over her own honesty on top of slow dawning understanding. Her heart rate that had calmed down in the bathroom elevates slightly.
Her opposite hand immediately comes to rest over his in preparation to defend herself.]
That's not how it works.
[She isn't coherent enough to consider that context in their current position likely wouldn't make a difference -- the witches had made extra certain of that. Fiona lets her jaw go a little tight in stubborn silence. He's playing with her.
--maybe. Maybe he isn't. But it's easier to think that he is.]
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[She stammers just a little, struggling not to trip over her own honesty on top of slow dawning understanding. Her heart rate that had calmed down in the bathroom elevates slightly.
Her opposite hand immediately comes to rest over his in preparation to defend herself.]
That's not how it works.
[She isn't coherent enough to consider that context in their current position likely wouldn't make a difference -- the witches had made extra certain of that. Fiona lets her jaw go a little tight in stubborn silence. He's playing with her.
--maybe. Maybe he isn't. But it's easier to think that he is.]