[She doesn't hear him. Doesn't notice him at all until his hand is placed on her shoulder and instincts finally kick in. While she keeps from jumping, she visibly flinches and quickly takes a step forward before turning around to face her attacker. The stance she takes is defensive, hands raised towards her chest in lieu of having any weapons on her body. Her eyes are narrowed and wary as they seek to anticipate his next move.
It's seconds later, when her gaze lands on Zevran's face, does her posture relax a little. She knows this man. Doesn't necessarily trust him, but she likes him. He gets it. Like Rick did or Peeta do... did. It's did now, isn't it? He's gone. Back to Panem and the Quarter Quell, back to all the horrors that await him.
Her shoulders slump and she feels the tears threaten to fall again. In this case, her body seems to say, you can trust him. He won't take advantage. He understands. Her mouth opens to form words but none come out. All the emotions she kept herself from feeling when making that announcement are starting to rush back, threatening to overtake her like a catching flame.
She can't speak. She doesn't know what to say anymore. Not without further tears accompanying her words.]
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It's seconds later, when her gaze lands on Zevran's face, does her posture relax a little. She knows this man. Doesn't necessarily trust him, but she likes him. He gets it. Like Rick did or Peeta do... did. It's did now, isn't it? He's gone. Back to Panem and the Quarter Quell, back to all the horrors that await him.
Her shoulders slump and she feels the tears threaten to fall again. In this case, her body seems to say, you can trust him. He won't take advantage. He understands. Her mouth opens to form words but none come out. All the emotions she kept herself from feeling when making that announcement are starting to rush back, threatening to overtake her like a catching flame.
She can't speak. She doesn't know what to say anymore. Not without further tears accompanying her words.]