[ It wasn't so long ago that she wouldn't have had the confidence to let silence hang so heavily in the air, the side of her head propped up on a shackled hand, eyes narrowed and openly suspicious.
Her demeanor is a little forced. Awkward and stilted as she tries to guess what sequence of events has led this stranger (not a stranger anymore, he's given her his name). Her face being too much of a tell is a weakness, but not one she'll contend with anytime soon. It's strange to have something that others want. Being invisible was so much simpler, and even if part of her longs for that to return, more of her does not despite what she says. ]
It seems to me that you're the only one at a disadvantage here.
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Her demeanor is a little forced. Awkward and stilted as she tries to guess what sequence of events has led this stranger (not a stranger anymore, he's given her his name). Her face being too much of a tell is a weakness, but not one she'll contend with anytime soon. It's strange to have something that others want. Being invisible was so much simpler, and even if part of her longs for that to return, more of her does not despite what she says. ]
It seems to me that you're the only one at a disadvantage here.