I don't need your help. [But she's not shouting either. Childermass called her bluff quite well, and Reira herself doesn't seem to feel that walking away is an option. She's stuck-she can't do anything unless Childermass actually does something but he hasn't, and now she's going to be late on her duties, she's going to fail, she's going to FAIL-
Her breathing is growing heavy-this is working her up, and she can't even say why. Part of her wants to scream for help-she needs it, she needs it, but an illogical snap, like the jaws of some feral beast, shouts NOT FROM THEM.
She doesn't need 'their' help, and it'll be fine, she just needs to follow the rules, what was she supposed to do, she couldn't do anything, he's in the way, just in the way, but the dishes need to be done-] Fhhhh- Hhhhhh....Fffffhh....hhhhhh...
[She chokes on her attempts to breathe properly and calm herself, and her nails dig into the basket.] MOVE, NOW, [she squeaks, barely keeping her voice at the low whisper as monotone finally breaks.]
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Her breathing is growing heavy-this is working her up, and she can't even say why. Part of her wants to scream for help-she needs it, she needs it, but an illogical snap, like the jaws of some feral beast, shouts NOT FROM THEM.
She doesn't need 'their' help, and it'll be fine, she just needs to follow the rules, what was she supposed to do, she couldn't do anything, he's in the way, just in the way, but the dishes need to be done-] Fhhhh- Hhhhhh....Fffffhh....hhhhhh...
[She chokes on her attempts to breathe properly and calm herself, and her nails dig into the basket.] MOVE, NOW, [she squeaks, barely keeping her voice at the low whisper as monotone finally breaks.]