Yvaine flushes brightly and her fingers stray to her wrist to worry at a chain that isn't there. Free. It's very strange.
"Oh," she stammers absently, rubbing at the unbound skin. "I - it is correct then?"
That little voice - the one that usually supplies her with witty and unfavorable things to say about people (namely Tristran) - is laughing. Loudly. At her.
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Date: 2007-02-05 07:31 am (UTC)"Oh," she stammers absently, rubbing at the unbound skin. "I - it is correct then?"
That little voice - the one that usually supplies her with witty and unfavorable things to say about people (namely Tristran) - is laughing. Loudly. At her.
She's not expressly fond of it.