Harrow lets out a long, sad breath, and allows herself, very deliberately, to sag against Moiraine, careful not to stain the Aes Sedai's silks with any of her paints. At the same time she lowers her hands.
"I am undone," she says simply. This is the point where Gideon said, 'too many words, bitch.' But she has no formula as simple as one flesh, one end for this.
"I will be well in a moment. Thank you. For--" Her throat thickens, as it always does when the stupid, hurting animal of her body wrenches control.
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Date: 2020-11-05 02:41 pm (UTC)"I am undone," she says simply. This is the point where Gideon said, 'too many words, bitch.' But she has no formula as simple as one flesh, one end for this.
"I will be well in a moment. Thank you. For--" Her throat thickens, as it always does when the stupid, hurting animal of her body wrenches control.
"Thank you," she whispers.