Her gaze cuts back to the door at the same time, another snarl coming from her as she waits to be discovered.
Nothing happens.
It's only when the other girl asks her name that she notices her claw digging into her forearm again. The other cuts have already started to heal, but this one is beading up new blood. She looks away from it, back up at the girl.
"Laura." She does not want to give her name; she does not want to be identifiable. But at the same time, the idea that somebody wants to know it makes her speak. There's nothing of that growl in her voice, quiet and marked by Nevarran vowels. "You smell like fear."
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Nothing happens.
It's only when the other girl asks her name that she notices her claw digging into her forearm again. The other cuts have already started to heal, but this one is beading up new blood. She looks away from it, back up at the girl.
"Laura." She does not want to give her name; she does not want to be identifiable. But at the same time, the idea that somebody wants to know it makes her speak. There's nothing of that growl in her voice, quiet and marked by Nevarran vowels. "You smell like fear."