[She is coming back to herself in metered steps, slowly levering fingers loose so he is no longer standing by her support or command. A flickered glance to Timcanpy, and she looks no less unhappy now than in first cornering him, though her face has taken on a note of tenuous calm.
He is wearing that smile. The one she envies and hates.]
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He is wearing that smile. The one she envies and hates.]
Allen.