[ She's not sure whyโ perhaps it is merely another byproduct of the fact that they're in the quiet after the stormโ but the sudden talk of her potentially being dissolved, especially in such a calm, neutral voice, makes her legs feel like they're about to give out from underneath her. Part of her wants to cover her ears, to beg Neuvillette to stop talking, but she's not a little girl anymoreโ this is the life for which she signed up when her father passed; these are the things she has to be able to hear. To be able to accept and deal with as a part of the reality of her world.
And yetโ
There's no doubting that her face has gone rather pale as she reaches a steadying hand to his desk, trying to keep herself upright as she sets determined sapphire eyes on his face. ]
Monsieur Neuvillette, I rather think I might need to sit down for a spell.
[ โIs what she tells him, before her trembling legs cave underneath her and she finds herself doing just that: sitting abruptly, painfully on the floor. ]
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And yetโ
There's no doubting that her face has gone rather pale as she reaches a steadying hand to his desk, trying to keep herself upright as she sets determined sapphire eyes on his face. ]
Monsieur Neuvillette, I rather think I might need to sit down for a spell.
[ โIs what she tells him, before her trembling legs cave underneath her and she finds herself doing just that: sitting abruptly, painfully on the floor. ]