She wants to leave it at that, just make it something remarked upon but not otherwise a focus of attention. But mentioning it brings back the memories. Seeing the fangs, feeling the hold, the hands on her, her mouth being forced open. She shudders visibly and closes her eyes tight to keep tears from falling.
It takes several seconds before she can stand up straight and open her eyes, though she knows she still looks ready to cry. When she can finally swallow the lump in her throat, she only says, "An ace up her sleeve, you could say."
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She wants to leave it at that, just make it something remarked upon but not otherwise a focus of attention. But mentioning it brings back the memories. Seeing the fangs, feeling the hold, the hands on her, her mouth being forced open. She shudders visibly and closes her eyes tight to keep tears from falling.
It takes several seconds before she can stand up straight and open her eyes, though she knows she still looks ready to cry. When she can finally swallow the lump in her throat, she only says, "An ace up her sleeve, you could say."