[She had just been about to open the hand that she held the pendant in before she hears his voice behind her. That firm, steady voice, quiet as it is startles her, jerking her free from those hostile, intrusive thoughts and bringing her back to the present. To whatever this world is. And in a hurry, she swipes her hand across her face to wipe her eyes, forgetting that there is still blood drying at her knuckles.
Not that she cares. That is the least of her worries, and it's a question of whether she even notices or not.]
What...?
[Benedikta's head turns away from him and she pushes herself away from the wall, that wave of shame sweeping over her again, making her tense up in response to his presence again. But it helps to at least stem the voices that she hears in her head, the many, many different ones pulling her every which way.]
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Not that she cares. That is the least of her worries, and it's a question of whether she even notices or not.]
What...?
[Benedikta's head turns away from him and she pushes herself away from the wall, that wave of shame sweeping over her again, making her tense up in response to his presence again. But it helps to at least stem the voices that she hears in her head, the many, many different ones pulling her every which way.]