[ The bump is enough to pull her attention — she hasn't put her boots back on yet — and she speaks without thinking. ]
It's different, [ but once said, she isn't sure why. Her look is part measurement, part confusion. There is something different about it, though, isn't there? At the very least, it's not coming from a place of distant, moral heroism, or anything like that. It's not because it's the right thing to do.
But that doesn't seem to be the right answer either. She doesn't know what she's thinking. She frowns, and smooths the sleeve of her right arm, and shakes her head, and exhales — shaking herself loose from the questions she can't answer. Instead, when she glances back at Jaime, it's with a wry smile. ]
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It's different, [ but once said, she isn't sure why. Her look is part measurement, part confusion. There is something different about it, though, isn't there? At the very least, it's not coming from a place of distant, moral heroism, or anything like that. It's not because it's the right thing to do.
But that doesn't seem to be the right answer either. She doesn't know what she's thinking. She frowns, and smooths the sleeve of her right arm, and shakes her head, and exhales — shaking herself loose from the questions she can't answer. Instead, when she glances back at Jaime, it's with a wry smile. ]
But... it's kind of you to say it, anyway.