Even obliged to look for weapons, Derrica still hesitates over the prospect of putting hands on him without express permission.
"Let me try," she appeals, equally uncertain as to whether or not any magic of hers can ease whatever pain he's carrying.
Near enough to hear Bastien and Marcus' exchange, Derrica doesn't offer any interjection. She is unwavering in her focus on Richard, even if the sentiment Marcus expresses gathers tension in the set of her jaw, the way she holds her body. Tightening, holding some quiet anger in check.
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Even obliged to look for weapons, Derrica still hesitates over the prospect of putting hands on him without express permission.
"Let me try," she appeals, equally uncertain as to whether or not any magic of hers can ease whatever pain he's carrying.
Near enough to hear Bastien and Marcus' exchange, Derrica doesn't offer any interjection. She is unwavering in her focus on Richard, even if the sentiment Marcus expresses gathers tension in the set of her jaw, the way she holds her body. Tightening, holding some quiet anger in check.