[ Something like shame itches at her throat. She knows there's no judgement in Shu's tone even though her ears are primed to hear it but in a bizarre way, she wonders if that wouldn't be preferable. When she's raw and tender like this, having someone be considerate can sting far worse than any sort of reprimand.
A long, slow breath comes hissing out of her like a deflated balloon. ]
Good.
[ Her voice is steady – a little too steady – and she's making a point of not turning to look at him. ]
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A long, slow breath comes hissing out of her like a deflated balloon. ]
Good.
[ Her voice is steady – a little too steady – and she's making a point of not turning to look at him. ]
What... were they?