[She flinches back, past experiences reminding her that she can't be careless with who she rumors, and seeing a woman with a dagger reminds her all too well of Viktor and how quickly that bow snapped across her throat.
Her hand comes up on instinct, to protect herself, but a second later she realizes that there's no one there. What she's seeing wasn't real - at least not at present, in the moment in front of her. Her eyes float back to Wrath and she has to ask:]
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Her hand comes up on instinct, to protect herself, but a second later she realizes that there's no one there. What she's seeing wasn't real - at least not at present, in the moment in front of her. Her eyes float back to Wrath and she has to ask:]
What the fuck was that?