[She manages to hold onto the pillar, trying to just breathe in. It steadies her where she stands, and she tries to not look at him when he needs similar support, but is faring better than she is currently. That does not mean she's going to give up though.
What does his help matter now? It's too little too late. He's started this, and now she's here, and she tells herself she needs to do this on her own. Her jaw grits when he pleads. She hears it, and her eyes narrow again to look up at him.]
Skoros sΘ³z jΔhor aΕha dohaeragon gaomagon sir? [The cut to her tongue is not as sharp as she would like, more tired and disappointed, but the stubbornness is still in her eyes. She stands straighter then, as straight as she can feasibly without toppling over.]
Nyke lΔ«s glaesagon mijegon ao sir, drΔje?
[She feels no better saying it, keeping her voice from breaking but only just.]
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What does his help matter now? It's too little too late. He's started this, and now she's here, and she tells herself she needs to do this on her own. Her jaw grits when he pleads. She hears it, and her eyes narrow again to look up at him.]
Skoros sΘ³z jΔhor aΕha dohaeragon gaomagon sir? [The cut to her tongue is not as sharp as she would like, more tired and disappointed, but the stubbornness is still in her eyes. She stands straighter then, as straight as she can feasibly without toppling over.]
Nyke lΔ«s glaesagon mijegon ao sir, drΔje?
[She feels no better saying it, keeping her voice from breaking but only just.]