[ there are no daggers hidden in her sleeves, no sword she could draw if she needed to defend herself here. bitterblue has nothing to rely on to keep her safe but her instincts, her understanding of other people.
does she go with him? for a moment, she studies him —the warmth in his gaze, the ease of his smile, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that suggest he smiles often and habitually. ]
That would be nice. [ a nod, decision made. ] Please, lead the way.
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does she go with him? for a moment, she studies him —the warmth in his gaze, the ease of his smile, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that suggest he smiles often and habitually. ]
That would be nice. [ a nod, decision made. ] Please, lead the way.