[ She hesitates. She can't articulate to herself why—in part, she supposes, because it would mean slinking after him to admit that she's looking for it again, even if she's lost it. Following him like a stray.
Or worse, because she simply doesn't know where else to go, and she's accepted that she won't necessarily fit in with the Audentes any better than he has. She's come from too different a place from most of them, Koltira excepted. But she rallies to pursue him within a few seconds, decision firmly made. ]
Wouldn't want you to get yourself killed. A guy like you, out here all by your lonesome?
[ Her tone adopts a saccharine level of concern. Patronizing, in a smug way that mocks a sentiment she's doubtlessly heard in more genuine contexts. Rather than trail him, she starts a few paces ahead, keeping the lead for no reason other than the fact that she can. ]
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Or worse, because she simply doesn't know where else to go, and she's accepted that she won't necessarily fit in with the Audentes any better than he has. She's come from too different a place from most of them, Koltira excepted. But she rallies to pursue him within a few seconds, decision firmly made. ]
Wouldn't want you to get yourself killed. A guy like you, out here all by your lonesome?
[ Her tone adopts a saccharine level of concern. Patronizing, in a smug way that mocks a sentiment she's doubtlessly heard in more genuine contexts. Rather than trail him, she starts a few paces ahead, keeping the lead for no reason other than the fact that she can. ]