[Her stomach absolutely plummets at the look that he gives her. It's different from that other one that she so often sees... One that she knows is reserved just for her. And while it's similar, it's... not the same. It doesn't stir the same sorts of feelings—that love, warmth, the heat that it stokes in her in the same way it does him.
It only provokes fear.
And it makes her stumble back as he moves towards her.
She could fight him off, sure, but... her hands are paralyzed, and that sword had dropped out of her hand when she took the fall. She could reach for it, try to use it, but...
This is still her husband standing over her... right?]
... You don't remember.
[Slowly, carefully, her eyes never leaving him, she tries to get to her feet, wincing when she feels a slight pain shoot up her leg.]
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It only provokes fear.
And it makes her stumble back as he moves towards her.
She could fight him off, sure, but... her hands are paralyzed, and that sword had dropped out of her hand when she took the fall. She could reach for it, try to use it, but...
This is still her husband standing over her... right?]
... You don't remember.
[Slowly, carefully, her eyes never leaving him, she tries to get to her feet, wincing when she feels a slight pain shoot up her leg.]