River doesn't quite flinch. But the sudden tension in her shoulders and back is a little like it.
She takes a few more steps into the kitchen, enough to wrap her hands around the back of a chair and stare down at its seat. Slowly she spreads her fingers against the wood, either in genuine preoccupation or in a kind of self-distraction.
"I don't want," she says, low, and stops there, unfinished.
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Date: 2008-11-26 04:56 pm (UTC)She takes a few more steps into the kitchen, enough to wrap her hands around the back of a chair and stare down at its seat. Slowly she spreads her fingers against the wood, either in genuine preoccupation or in a kind of self-distraction.
"I don't want," she says, low, and stops there, unfinished.
Higher, unhappier: "It hurts. Every way."