[ She aligns her fingers to his through the glass, as close a proximation as she can. Taking slow, deep breaths as she measures him through the glass one more time. Win or lose now, she's placed her bet. This might be the last thing she ever does, trusting him.
It was done, now, a veritable rubicon.
She steps away from the glass after he goes, her eyes trailing him out of the room.
It might be dangerous, but when she goes back to curl up in the small bed afforded to her, she takes a deep, easier breath. ]
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It was done, now, a veritable rubicon.
She steps away from the glass after he goes, her eyes trailing him out of the room.
It might be dangerous, but when she goes back to curl up in the small bed afforded to her, she takes a deep, easier breath. ]