[ She nods. Slowly, her breath is normalizing, the chill in her lips and face is fading; she's starting to feel more like herself again, even if that's just on the outside.
(Because on the inside, she's dealing with a storm of the same proportions as the blizzard outside the cave; wanting both to push him away and pull him closer, desperate to claim the warmth she's feeling for her own and just as urgently wanting to flee from it. And why is that? Is she really so starved for attention that she craves the touch even of someone with whom she is fundamentally at odds?
She doesn't really want to know the answer.)
Eula focuses instead on his words, offering him a small, tired nod. ]
Right. [ And where her internal compass is apparently as confused as their opposing energies are at odds, her resolution at least is unshaken. ] There's no need for anyone else to know about this.
[ After all, it's nothing more than a matter of convenience. ]
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(Because on the inside, she's dealing with a storm of the same proportions as the blizzard outside the cave; wanting both to push him away and pull him closer, desperate to claim the warmth she's feeling for her own and just as urgently wanting to flee from it. And why is that? Is she really so starved for attention that she craves the touch even of someone with whom she is fundamentally at odds?
She doesn't really want to know the answer.)
Eula focuses instead on his words, offering him a small, tired nod. ]
Right. [ And where her internal compass is apparently as confused as their opposing energies are at odds, her resolution at least is unshaken. ] There's no need for anyone else to know about this.
[ After all, it's nothing more than a matter of convenience. ]