[it's a complete reverse of how she usually is; rather than the confident, young woman, instead she's just a scared girl who's lost as to how to handle any of this. She can't help but think that this is her fault, for letting people get to her - making her care about them. It was so much easier when she didn't give a damn about anyone, herself included.
A shaky hand lifts to run through her own hair, clenching there briefly]
It . . . it isn't. [deep breath. She's calmer now, she can pull herself together] I cannot feel a damn bit of magic, either - that went with it, I suppose. [she tries to laugh, and it's a pathetic, shaky little thing] I don't like it.
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A shaky hand lifts to run through her own hair, clenching there briefly]
It . . . it isn't. [deep breath. She's calmer now, she can pull herself together] I cannot feel a damn bit of magic, either - that went with it, I suppose. [she tries to laugh, and it's a pathetic, shaky little thing] I don't like it.