[She glances down at the ground below them with a frown.]
Semantics aside, we're not falling.
[When she looks back up, she finds him staring directly at her, and is once again struck by how close they are. It's... distracting. Uncomfortable.
Not entirely uncomfortable. More like... odd. She expects a flood of unpleasant memories, of an awkward dance gone wrong back in the city, of a horrible night at a beach party or an even worse day at a Fire Nation prison, but there's nothing but the odd, confusing proximity.
It occurs to her entirely too late that she should probably stop staring and say something. Her voice is a bit shakier than she means for it to be when she speaks, glancing at the ground again.]
Perhaps you shouldn't thank me prematurely, I have no plan past this point.
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Semantics aside, we're not falling.
[When she looks back up, she finds him staring directly at her, and is once again struck by how close they are. It's... distracting. Uncomfortable.
Not entirely uncomfortable. More like... odd. She expects a flood of unpleasant memories, of an awkward dance gone wrong back in the city, of a horrible night at a beach party or an even worse day at a Fire Nation prison, but there's nothing but the odd, confusing proximity.
It occurs to her entirely too late that she should probably stop staring and say something. Her voice is a bit shakier than she means for it to be when she speaks, glancing at the ground again.]
Perhaps you shouldn't thank me prematurely, I have no plan past this point.