[ Her reaction, as it turns out, is an exercise in controlled hysteria. The things she does not do are fly off the handle, or begin to yell or point. But that doesn't she won't make other mistakes. She lets go of the table, and steps back, intending to leave -- and stumbles over her fallen chair instead. In so doing, she crashes to the floor, tangled up in the chair's legs, crushing her wings besides. The pain momentarily blinds her and she yelps, though she is not injured, and for a moment she just sits there, trembling.
She's not really a tactician. And she's certainly never been very good at controlling her emotions. She's distantly aware that everything she's doing right how is a tell, a dead giveaway, that she's probably putting the boys and everyone else from Auldrant in danger by reacting like this--
But rarely has she been so scared. She knows what this man has done. ]
Yeah. [ Her voice is quiet, still, just above a whisper, and trembles like the rest of her. ] Yeah, something's wrong. [ No, no. Stop speaking. Just go. Stupid, stupid! Painfully, she begins extricating herself from the chair, trying to get back on her feet. ]
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She's not really a tactician. And she's certainly never been very good at controlling her emotions. She's distantly aware that everything she's doing right how is a tell, a dead giveaway, that she's probably putting the boys and everyone else from Auldrant in danger by reacting like this--
But rarely has she been so scared. She knows what this man has done. ]
Yeah. [ Her voice is quiet, still, just above a whisper, and trembles like the rest of her. ] Yeah, something's wrong. [ No, no. Stop speaking. Just go. Stupid, stupid! Painfully, she begins extricating herself from the chair, trying to get back on her feet. ]