[ Her voice cracks on that word, and there is a flare of something in her gaze, but she catches it before it can flare up and quickly spins about to face away from him, giving herself a moment to try and compose herself. And to control the sudden surge of heat she can feel tingling along her palms, dangerously close to the surface.
But as there's no one here to unleash any of that on - except one of her dear friends and her orchard, there is no choice by to try and stifle it back for the time being. ]
Do the souls they bring here really mean so little to them?
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[ Her voice cracks on that word, and there is a flare of something in her gaze, but she catches it before it can flare up and quickly spins about to face away from him, giving herself a moment to try and compose herself. And to control the sudden surge of heat she can feel tingling along her palms, dangerously close to the surface.
But as there's no one here to unleash any of that on - except one of her dear friends and her orchard, there is no choice by to try and stifle it back for the time being. ]
Do the souls they bring here really mean so little to them?