[ There's concern tugging at the edges of her mind and she's not sure how she feels about it. She's never wanted pity or handouts (and paradoxically, all she's ever wanted was for people to care, to validate her). So his attention leaves her feeling mixed and on edge and unsure of how she should respond. ]
Who decided it was your business?
[ And now she rounds on him, hands on her hips, sweat still staining her brow. She's missing an eye - her left - covered by a simple patch. ]
I don't even know who you are!
[ But she will and she can know with a few thoughts. If both of them are willing. ]
no subject
Who decided it was your business?
[ And now she rounds on him, hands on her hips, sweat still staining her brow. She's missing an eye - her left - covered by a simple patch. ]
I don't even know who you are!
[ But she will and she can know with a few thoughts. If both of them are willing. ]