[ Her expression immediately sours, turning into an indignant pout. Childishly: ]
Hey, that's not fair. I could've made things a lot more awkward for you the first night, you know.
[ To her, this is proof enough that she's not doing this torment him or purposefully make him be physically in pain - she could have preserved his arms in a strange, bent position, or above his head, if she really felt like being mean. But she didn't. A sign of her mercy, and her "care," as far as she's concerned.
That said, she continues her work, watching her enchantment encase the planes of his chest, and even travel a bit further down than it has previously - to the top of his waist. Coming back here is a chore, after all. And she has better things to be doing. When she's decided that she's done with that, she drops herself to the ground up against one of the walls rather heavily (mostly due to her exhaustion), giving another dramatic sigh. ]
I mean, what, do you think this is fun for me?
[ While she rambles, she rustles around in her bag, picking out a few food items— an apple, a hunk of bread wrapped in a fine cloth. Really, she still has no real animosity towards Rand. She doesn't particularly want to see him suffer, she just wants the threat of his presence to be neutralized, as efficiently and as with little drama as possible. At times like these, she really misses her Death Note. That would've taken care of things so neatly, and they wouldn't have to expend so much effort watching him and keeping him contained. Though her inner thoughts regarding how easy things would be if he were just dead instead go unspoken, as she maintains an innocent look of offense, as if she just got accused of stealing out of the cookie jar.
All in all, she's sure that if given the opportunity, he'd cut her down without hesitation, so she feels little guilt for immobilizing him the way she is. It's for her own safety as much as everyone else on her side - perhaps that's why she's able to regard him so casually. ]
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Hey, that's not fair. I could've made things a lot more awkward for you the first night, you know.
[ To her, this is proof enough that she's not doing this torment him or purposefully make him be physically in pain - she could have preserved his arms in a strange, bent position, or above his head, if she really felt like being mean. But she didn't. A sign of her mercy, and her "care," as far as she's concerned.
That said, she continues her work, watching her enchantment encase the planes of his chest, and even travel a bit further down than it has previously - to the top of his waist. Coming back here is a chore, after all. And she has better things to be doing. When she's decided that she's done with that, she drops herself to the ground up against one of the walls rather heavily (mostly due to her exhaustion), giving another dramatic sigh. ]
I mean, what, do you think this is fun for me?
[ While she rambles, she rustles around in her bag, picking out a few food items— an apple, a hunk of bread wrapped in a fine cloth. Really, she still has no real animosity towards Rand. She doesn't particularly want to see him suffer, she just wants the threat of his presence to be neutralized, as efficiently and as with little drama as possible. At times like these, she really misses her Death Note. That would've taken care of things so neatly, and they wouldn't have to expend so much effort watching him and keeping him contained. Though her inner thoughts regarding how easy things would be if he were just dead instead go unspoken, as she maintains an innocent look of offense, as if she just got accused of stealing out of the cookie jar.
All in all, she's sure that if given the opportunity, he'd cut her down without hesitation, so she feels little guilt for immobilizing him the way she is. It's for her own safety as much as everyone else on her side - perhaps that's why she's able to regard him so casually. ]