[side against side. she's still, for a bit, because she feels like she just gave away a lot of herself in two sentences, and it makes her feel guilty, almost. which is an absolutely buckwild feeling to feel, but it's not like she gets anything else.

but she shifts. rests her hand on top of his, or at the very least, lets her fingers rest on top of his.]

I wouldn't want you or anyone to give me Harrow, anyway, that's cheap. [she says, looking across the room.] She can make her own decisions. She will.

[she knows that much.]

You do enough for me as is.