[ instinctively her hands flinch away from his, she cannot help it, the damage she suffered in those two years runs deep. ]
What does it matter?
[ no, she does not wish to speak of it, thoughts alone fills her mouth with the taste of ash and sets her fingers to tremble. if she thinks on it too much her mind will go back there, to the darkness and the irons biting into her wrists and aithusa's pained cries her the pit cripples her bones. ]
action;
What does it matter?
[ no, she does not wish to speak of it, thoughts alone fills her mouth with the taste of ash and sets her fingers to tremble. if she thinks on it too much her mind will go back there, to the darkness and the irons biting into her wrists and aithusa's pained cries her the pit cripples her bones. ]