It's genuinity that bothers her. His, and hers: "No."
She isn't. It would be nicer if she still were, but what there was of it is shreds of mist. There were so many good reasons to be upset with Matthew, but none of them were forward presenting right now. Not when the fear of even vaguely displeasing her rimmed every thought.
She lifted her hands back away, as gently as they'd been placed, crossing her arms. "Where were you before you came here? Did anything happen to you?"
(We can feel free to continue, or arrange a handwave! Whatever's best for you.)
It's genuinity that bothers her. His, and hers: "No."
She isn't. It would be nicer if she still were, but what there was of it is shreds of mist. There were so many good reasons to be upset with Matthew, but none of them were forward presenting right now. Not when the fear of even vaguely displeasing her rimmed every thought.
She lifted her hands back away, as gently as they'd been placed, crossing her arms. "Where were you before you came here? Did anything happen to you?"