[Her hand withdraws only as he snatches up the flower she offers him. Although it's less an offer and more an inevitability. And she waits. Only when he finds his words again does she begrudgingly remove herself from his back, considerably more careful in that than she was when she practically tackled him down.
Even as she's righting herself, putting herself back together, Beatrix fixes her sword on him, wary and sceptical. She, wisely, puts paces between them, gaze locked on him intensely.]
Debatable. [She begins, motioning with her free hand.] Rise slowly and let me get a better look at you.
of course he'd like that
Even as she's righting herself, putting herself back together, Beatrix fixes her sword on him, wary and sceptical. She, wisely, puts paces between them, gaze locked on him intensely.]
Debatable. [She begins, motioning with her free hand.] Rise slowly and let me get a better look at you.