[The sword immediately clatters to the ground, and she lets out a breath as if it were the very first exhale that she's ever loosed.]
... Eustace...?
[She repeats his name one more time, still tentative, still a little afraid, but she takes one small step towards him, her fingers uncurling and then clenching again, resisting the urge to rush at him. She wants to believe that this isn't some ploy, or something that the enchantment is doing to toy with her. She wants to trust him, but she's having a hard time with it while she eyes him carefully.]
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... Eustace...?
[She repeats his name one more time, still tentative, still a little afraid, but she takes one small step towards him, her fingers uncurling and then clenching again, resisting the urge to rush at him. She wants to believe that this isn't some ploy, or something that the enchantment is doing to toy with her. She wants to trust him, but she's having a hard time with it while she eyes him carefully.]
Are you...?