[ she'd been expecting an attack, to be honest. the fact that it never comes is a surprise to her, but she isn't entirely sure quite how to respond to that. it delays any real reaction from her for a good handful of seconds, but eventually she's picking herself back up and turns towards him. there's just the faintest tinge of pink on her cheeks from embarrassment and shame.
in the back of her mind, she can still feel the remnants of her fear. but she manages to at least look like it isn't really affecting her. chin up, spine straight. sword ready. square in the eye. ]
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in the back of her mind, she can still feel the remnants of her fear. but she manages to at least look like it isn't really affecting her. chin up, spine straight. sword ready. square in the eye. ]
Again.