[Teren regards his hand for a moment before tentatively taking it, not entirely certain of what his angle is. She just spent what felt like months being shouted at and talked down to by people who have no memory of doing so-- and never will, if she has anything to say about it-- but needless to say, it's made her a little jumpy.
She squeezes Anders' hand slightly and then withdraws her own, tucking it under her arm as she seems to fold herself over in a slightly more hunched position.]
You weren't alone in that, [she admits, a bit loftily, as though she was barely involved.]
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Date: 2017-03-30 07:40 am (UTC)She squeezes Anders' hand slightly and then withdraws her own, tucking it under her arm as she seems to fold herself over in a slightly more hunched position.]
You weren't alone in that, [she admits, a bit loftily, as though she was barely involved.]