No . . . [Internal sigh.] No one else should know about any of that.
[Her head hanging, Thyra's shoulders slump forward. It seems proof enough. It should be, under normal circumstances, but this isn't normal. Still, so much of her earlier energy has gone off and over a figurative cliff.
Straightening, albeit with some difficulty (she's so numbed by the heat that it's hard for her to tell if she's not shaking visibly), she stares vacantly in front of her.
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No . . . [Internal sigh.] No one else should know about any of that.
[Her head hanging, Thyra's shoulders slump forward. It seems proof enough. It should be, under normal circumstances, but this isn't normal. Still, so much of her earlier energy has gone off and over a figurative cliff.
Straightening, albeit with some difficulty (she's so numbed by the heat that it's hard for her to tell if she's not shaking visibly), she stares vacantly in front of her.
But this is . . . too kind . . .
Do you need me to go on?]
I don't know.