She turns as if to procede out of the alley, before stopping short and looking back at Astrid. "Ready?"
Once she has the affirmative, she resumes their path.
It's not until its too late to retreat back to the alley that she thinks of the questions she should have asked: Are the Anderfels and Tevinter allies or enemies? Do I need a specific reason justifying being here? Do pre-industrial ships even need an engineer on board?
Her gait turns awkward only briefly, nothing so dramatic that it can't be dismissed as catching her foot on something. It's not even enough to catch attention or get a mocking chuckle out of an observer, but now the anxiety clutches at her gut and her chest crushes that bit tighter.
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She turns as if to procede out of the alley, before stopping short and looking back at Astrid. "Ready?"
Once she has the affirmative, she resumes their path.
It's not until its too late to retreat back to the alley that she thinks of the questions she should have asked:
Are the Anderfels and Tevinter allies or enemies?
Do I need a specific reason justifying being here?
Do pre-industrial ships even need an engineer on board?
Her gait turns awkward only briefly, nothing so dramatic that it can't be dismissed as catching her foot on something. It's not even enough to catch attention or get a mocking chuckle out of an observer, but now the anxiety clutches at her gut and her chest crushes that bit tighter.