[It's curt but not cold, like she's flipping through possibilities, like she doesn't want to dwell. She kicks off her shoes and sits cross-legged, back to the wall, folds her hands in her lap and gazes at him. She feels minutely more in control, sitting primly that way, facing him. She flinches faintly away from something Charles can't see, brushing her cheek.]
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[It's curt but not cold, like she's flipping through possibilities, like she doesn't want to dwell. She kicks off her shoes and sits cross-legged, back to the wall, folds her hands in her lap and gazes at him. She feels minutely more in control, sitting primly that way, facing him. She flinches faintly away from something Charles can't see, brushing her cheek.]