I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
His reaction is boorish and terse, and she allows a small wrinkle of her nose, believing this to be an allowable expression that any other person would have displayed when met with such wretched manners. Not as vulgar as others she has met at least, though that's a small mercy.
"Because people who claim to be 'fine' do not often look despaired while plunging a single hand into snow for no discernible reason." Her feminine voice is succinct and she manages to reel in any excess sarcasm that might startle her prey into flight. "You don't have to tell me why, but I am admittedly curious." Giving him the option to reveal it to her or not, wanting to engage him in some kind of conversation first. She's not inclined to attack him head on, if she can avoid it at all. Lasracha is more than powerful enough to make up for physical disparity between them, but Nephele would prefer to avoid further injury to her person.
"Because people who claim to be 'fine' do not often look despaired while plunging a single hand into snow for no discernible reason." Her feminine voice is succinct and she manages to reel in any excess sarcasm that might startle her prey into flight. "You don't have to tell me why, but I am admittedly curious." Giving him the option to reveal it to her or not, wanting to engage him in some kind of conversation first. She's not inclined to attack him head on, if she can avoid it at all. Lasracha is more than powerful enough to make up for physical disparity between them, but Nephele would prefer to avoid further injury to her person.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
