She stays still, doesn't try to run away. There's nowhere to run to, no one she'd rather be with right now. "I remembered. Some of what they..." Her voice trails off, flat and far away, without finishing the sentence. She's still shivering even though it's perfectly warm out, but she breathes in and out through it.
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Date: 2014-06-01 07:36 pm (UTC)