[Fiona is, simply put, scared out of her mind. But she's stubborn, and used to swallowing her emotions where necessary. That, and fear is a matter of pride. You can't show sadness, you can't show fear, not when you're trying to be strong for other people. And at this point? Holding that back is just a habit.]
[She tries not to be grossed out by the walls of sinew and bone moving around her. It doesn't work, but she doesn't hurl, either.] C-can you talk like this? [Does she want to hear him try? Fuck, too late now.]
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[She tries not to be grossed out by the walls of sinew and bone moving around her. It doesn't work, but she doesn't hurl, either.] C-can you talk like this? [Does she want to hear him try? Fuck, too late now.]