[She can't look at him. Her eyes dart away and her breath hitches hard. She doesn't cry, but for a moment, it sounds as if she might. Covering her mouth, she lets out a soft whimper. And it's plain that she hates herself for being this weak. She'd meant to say "yes," or "let's go," or just argue and say she'd take him back with her if it meant having to use every last bit of her magic.]
Sorry. [Her voice is small. So small. So not like her.]
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Sorry. [Her voice is small. So small. So not like her.]