[ She bristles, pride alive and well; her tail flicks behind her, back and forth with aggressive threat. Her wings pull in tighter, and with a noise in her throat more animal than human, she strides into the room. She pushes past Sawatari with excessive force, snatching the two gems of amber from the side table with the priority of defensiveness. It's not until the stones are in hand that she glowers back at him. ]
Like I care what you think about me now.
[ But it is not anger alone: the redness in her cheeks, the over-brightness of her eyes, the way her arms tremble as she moves towards the desk — anger is the crumbling rock she clings to, rather than endure once again the storms of hurt. ]
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Like I care what you think about me now.
[ But it is not anger alone: the redness in her cheeks, the over-brightness of her eyes, the way her arms tremble as she moves towards the desk — anger is the crumbling rock she clings to, rather than endure once again the storms of hurt. ]