[Oh, Iona curses Fen’Harel. And often. But SOMEone has been spending a considerable amount of time with a certain dwarf of their mutual acquaintance, and he has been a horrible influence on her cursing tendencies.
She tries one last time to leave his company and she is drawn to a halt as if on a bloody tether.] I can’t leave.
[She’s stuck. Here. With him. And no matter how much she might enjoy his company... it doesn’t change the fact that she’d already confessed something to him that she’d had no intention of saying when she opened her mouth. And she doesn’t know why. She can taste all the unsaid words on the tip of her bloody tongue, longing to be spoken.]
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She tries one last time to leave his company and she is drawn to a halt as if on a bloody tether.] I can’t leave.
[She’s stuck. Here. With him. And no matter how much she might enjoy his company... it doesn’t change the fact that she’d already confessed something to him that she’d had no intention of saying when she opened her mouth. And she doesn’t know why. She can taste all the unsaid words on the tip of her bloody tongue, longing to be spoken.]
It seems I’m... not going anywhere.