[ Her hands fold into her arms about at her midsection, as if to ward off any other attempts at reaching for her. She does not, however, continue on her way. Whether it's because she can sense his tension or because she hasn't got it in her to leave him standing there is hard to say, though she continues to look pointedly away despite his scrutiny. ]
[ Because so, too, is it difficult for her to find the right way to frame her words, to explain without explaining and without knowing what, exactly, the context as he perceives it is. Oh, she knows she doesn't look herself - he wouldn't have called her someone else's name if she did - but how exactly she ought to handle it is a solution she didn't anticipate the problem of early enough to work out. There's a little catch in her breath, the faint sound of an answer begun and stopped in the same instant. Then, ]
Staying out of your way.
[ The tiredness of it is laced into the foundation, subtle but unmistakable. It isn't exasperation; no, it's another sentiment entirely, and it carries with it an edge of sadness. ]
no subject
[ Because so, too, is it difficult for her to find the right way to frame her words, to explain without explaining and without knowing what, exactly, the context as he perceives it is. Oh, she knows she doesn't look herself - he wouldn't have called her someone else's name if she did - but how exactly she ought to handle it is a solution she didn't anticipate the problem of early enough to work out. There's a little catch in her breath, the faint sound of an answer begun and stopped in the same instant. Then, ]
Staying out of your way.
[ The tiredness of it is laced into the foundation, subtle but unmistakable. It isn't exasperation; no, it's another sentiment entirely, and it carries with it an edge of sadness. ]
For your own good.