[ Ariadne doesn't reach out to touch, for once, either because of the placement or because this is Orange. She looks, though, just barely shivering. If it hadn't been a dream, if she had survived, she would have a scar of her own (blade, not bullet, but still). They're more alike than they like to admit.
She nods, sitting back up, apparently pleased. ] Good. You deserve that.
[ It's said matter-of-factly, like there's no room for argument. It's the same voice she pulls on Stephen sometimes. ]
He's scary when he's mad, so I'd hate to have to go defend your honor or something. [ That comes with a slight grin, but she'd do it, if she felt like she had to. Either way, she'll be watching. ]
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She nods, sitting back up, apparently pleased. ] Good. You deserve that.
[ It's said matter-of-factly, like there's no room for argument. It's the same voice she pulls on Stephen sometimes. ]
He's scary when he's mad, so I'd hate to have to go defend your honor or something. [ That comes with a slight grin, but she'd do it, if she felt like she had to. Either way, she'll be watching. ]