[Tempest winces, both at the laugh and the nail against her cheek and tries to jerk her head away. She bites back her first instinct to snap out a smartass retort, but that would get her killed. And oddly enough, she's a bit against that nowadays]
Yes you can. [she doesn't look away from him; she's scared, but she won't show it] Do you need help? I will find it for you if you let me go.
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Yes you can. [she doesn't look away from him; she's scared, but she won't show it] Do you need help? I will find it for you if you let me go.