[She watches him move closer, lips curving down a little. His cautiousness and worry doesn't translate well to her as all that she can read from his body language, the tone and weight behind his words, is uneasiness. She's very well aware of how she looks at the moment, hell, how she even smells, and she doesn't need to have him around if it all makes him feel this uncomfortable.]
Ha. [It's a dry, choked laughter.] You don't need to force yourself. I told you I'm going to be fine.
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Ha. [It's a dry, choked laughter.] You don't need to force yourself. I told you I'm going to be fine.