No, I don't think you meant to, either. That's not it, it's-- [gods, what is it? she scoots herself a bit for some extra space, tugging the back of her shirt down into place. it hadn't been bad, his hand there, and yet, somehow...]

It's like...standing on a precipice. Of something. [she grimaces, not sure if that's right at all. clarity of speech doesn't come easily to her.] Like...Stepping forward blind, without...knowing or seeing what's ahead.

I'm a little afraid of... [she trails off, throat dry, and shakes her head. this tangle of feelings is a knot she doesn't know how to start untying. fear is there, yes. fear of the unknown. of being hurt or made a fool. fear of making a mistake, even if she doesn't know the rules. guilt in spades for all of that, because she holds herself to a higher standard in all things...even the things she doesn't yet understand.

fear, too, that she's done something irreversibly wrong in feeling fear at all.]