[Small fingers fold around larger, curved and curling and supporting. She remembers holding her mother's hand, distantly, and she carefully tucks that away. Vin is not her mother. But she is in need of comfort.]
Nothing.
[She repeats the quiet word, tipping her head up to look at the older woman. It bares her throat, though not in any way that could be construed as submissive. This isn't the wicked little girl who delighted in watching Vin work. She pauses before she goes on.]
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Nothing.
[She repeats the quiet word, tipping her head up to look at the older woman. It bares her throat, though not in any way that could be construed as submissive. This isn't the wicked little girl who delighted in watching Vin work. She pauses before she goes on.]
That's not true. I want to know what's wrong.