[ Asuka objects, still trying to get it disentangled from her hair as Clarke steps forward. A part of her wants to accept that help, to take the offered hand and just move past this, and the other wants to slap it away, as if to prove to her own heart that she can keep relying on herself over all others. But she finally stills, gaze focused downward as Clarke starts to help. It goes quick, even if there's a bit of a pause to strip some fiddly bits away from strands of hair. ]
I can do it.
[ She insists more quietly, hands itching to do something as she starts in on more of her robes. ]
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[ Asuka objects, still trying to get it disentangled from her hair as Clarke steps forward. A part of her wants to accept that help, to take the offered hand and just move past this, and the other wants to slap it away, as if to prove to her own heart that she can keep relying on herself over all others. But she finally stills, gaze focused downward as Clarke starts to help. It goes quick, even if there's a bit of a pause to strip some fiddly bits away from strands of hair. ]
I can do it.
[ She insists more quietly, hands itching to do something as she starts in on more of her robes. ]