[She brings her eyes up to look at him, trying to fight off that very real fear that's setting in. She does as she's told, falling against him slightly and stares right into his eyes, searching for the strength that he always gives.]
... I don't know what's gotten into me.
[She chastises herself with a sigh.]
I'm usually better than this.
[Better at fending off whatever she's feeling... but all she can think about are the mirrors in the cave, and the same feelings that they evoked again here.
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... I don't know what's gotten into me.
[She chastises herself with a sigh.]
I'm usually better than this.
[Better at fending off whatever she's feeling... but all she can think about are the mirrors in the cave, and the same feelings that they evoked again here.
Better at being stronger for him.]