[while he's doing that, she's folding another towel on the floor beside him before folding her skirts to sit down on it. she fusses with the fabric for a bit -- it's a convenient outlet for anxious energy -- before forcing herself to fold her hands in her lap and actually look up and examine the state of him.
and feel strangely aggrieved all over again.]
What was it that cast you into the fog so suddenly? If it was sudden at all. Or were you just wandering blindly until you couldn't stand it?
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[while he's doing that, she's folding another towel on the floor beside him before folding her skirts to sit down on it. she fusses with the fabric for a bit -- it's a convenient outlet for anxious energy -- before forcing herself to fold her hands in her lap and actually look up and examine the state of him.
and feel strangely aggrieved all over again.]
What was it that cast you into the fog so suddenly? If it was sudden at all. Or were you just wandering blindly until you couldn't stand it?