[She has no choice but to topple into him, using him and the flowers to help break her fall, her face twisting just a bit when she feels that achy twinge in her ankle again.]
I'm getting up.
[She says it so quietly, yet so matter-of-factly.]
We can't stay here...?
[But it's more that she doesn't want him worrying about a little injury, or... whatever it is that's bothering him.]
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I'm getting up.
[She says it so quietly, yet so matter-of-factly.]
We can't stay here...?
[But it's more that she doesn't want him worrying about a little injury, or... whatever it is that's bothering him.]