[ She swallows. Stubborn lift of her chin, that harsh line of her jaw, the roll and set of teeth like she's working through grit in her mouth. Tough to swallow, grind it down, littler and littler. Until it's everything and nothing at all to say. ]
I am very tired, Vorrutyer.
[ Not Byerly, lost that, she had no want to let him in any closer. Where he won't let go, she digs, elbows and knees and clawed words and clipped meanings to push him away. ]
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I am very tired, Vorrutyer.
[ Not Byerly, lost that, she had no want to let him in any closer. Where he won't let go, she digs, elbows and knees and clawed words and clipped meanings to push him away. ]