[ Vanessa is having a hard time not glaring at anything with suspicion at the moment, and Finn has been imitating a troubling demeanor of late, but given all that has been thrown their way since leaving the Mouse House, she could hardly blame him.
Besides, she's standing there without her hair up, looking no doubt like she just crawled out of Hell itself. Perhaps that's just how she feels. It's the comfort of a face she's seen since the beginning that keeps her from snapping out an unkind threat.
She clutches at the leather strap all the more tightly when he speaks, glancing him over for a weapon. Vanessa has reasons to be concerned. ]
Are any of us meant to be? [ Who could make it this far and be any form of right? She looks nervously upward. ] What victory can be claimed if we are consumed by the hunt?
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Besides, she's standing there without her hair up, looking no doubt like she just crawled out of Hell itself. Perhaps that's just how she feels. It's the comfort of a face she's seen since the beginning that keeps her from snapping out an unkind threat.
She clutches at the leather strap all the more tightly when he speaks, glancing him over for a weapon. Vanessa has reasons to be concerned. ]
Are any of us meant to be? [ Who could make it this far and be any form of right? She looks nervously upward. ] What victory can be claimed if we are consumed by the hunt?