[When she feels him finally take her hand, something in the air snaps, and it has Benedikta whirling her gaze around to look at him for what feels like the first time in hours. His eyes have a different look about them, his voice changed too, compared to what they were before — nothing like the tenderness the winds can bring, but with the scorching heat of lightning.
She stares back, her chest heaving with a caught breath.]
I don't. You made yourself clear.
[But she doesn't pull her hand away, nor does she break her gaze from his, almost like she is silently challenging him anyway.]
And I believe I did, too.
[Whether he believes it or not is another matter, but as if to drive the point home, her fingers curl around his hand.]
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She stares back, her chest heaving with a caught breath.]
I don't. You made yourself clear.
[But she doesn't pull her hand away, nor does she break her gaze from his, almost like she is silently challenging him anyway.]
And I believe I did, too.
[Whether he believes it or not is another matter, but as if to drive the point home, her fingers curl around his hand.]