[ the voice carries a weight of safety, but nicia can't trust it. not yet, not when there isn't enough red to satisfy the buzz in her mind, and she turns, tilting her head up to look at the woman through the veil of her hair. the color helps, but only a little. the marks she'd made on her skin aren't deep, slowly fading away, and the stern set of her mouth means she's just a bit annoyed.
could she never be alone? ]
Help from who? [ the words are a bit rough, unsure whether or not she should actually say yes. yes, she needs help. she would like to leave, to go back to safety and not this uncertainty. ] I'm fine. [ she has never been a good liar. ]
( ooc; it shouldn't come up at all, but i'll steer clear of it just in case! ♥ )
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could she never be alone? ]
Help from who? [ the words are a bit rough, unsure whether or not she should actually say yes. yes, she needs help. she would like to leave, to go back to safety and not this uncertainty. ] I'm fine. [ she has never been a good liar. ]
( ooc; it shouldn't come up at all, but i'll steer clear of it just in case! ♥ )