[ she is struck by the intensity of both riza's words and her stare, so much so that she actually finds herself shrinking back in reflex. for a few moments, she doesn't even know how to respond, merely staring mutely at the other woman, mouth opening and closing as she struggles for words, looking like a dying fish more than a person.
eventually her own shyness gets the better of her, and she has to glance away. she stares down at the squidge in her hands, who peers back up at her curiously. ]
...Thank you, Miss Riza. [ and she truly does appreciate it. those words, that sentiment. the ferocity that had her expressing them in the first place. she doesn't want to discount the thought, the gesture. even if a part of her is still dubious, still unsure. she would like to believe in riza's words, of course she would...
but, as always, she is her own greatest enemy. ]
I-I guess sometimes it's just too easy for me to forget.
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eventually her own shyness gets the better of her, and she has to glance away. she stares down at the squidge in her hands, who peers back up at her curiously. ]
...Thank you, Miss Riza. [ and she truly does appreciate it. those words, that sentiment. the ferocity that had her expressing them in the first place. she doesn't want to discount the thought, the gesture. even if a part of her is still dubious, still unsure. she would like to believe in riza's words, of course she would...
but, as always, she is her own greatest enemy. ]
I-I guess sometimes it's just too easy for me to forget.