[ Her cheeks burn hot with embarrassment (or is it shame? It feels difficult to differentiate the two in the moment) at Natasha's confidence in her. She knows she isn't being chided, but the prickle intensifies all the same making her all the more desperate to end the conversation. Some level of decorum has been engrained in her though and she flickers her eyes shyly towards the woman finally. ]
I appreciate that. [ Even if she doesn't think she's fully deserving of it, but voicing that would only serve to send them into a roundabout conversation. ] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn this into a pity party. You've got people that are missing too.
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I appreciate that. [ Even if she doesn't think she's fully deserving of it, but voicing that would only serve to send them into a roundabout conversation. ] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn this into a pity party. You've got people that are missing too.