[ It's a phantom pain, an echo of the agony that tore at her throughout the night. Even if her face feels sore and wrong, she can only be thankful that she now has the luxury of uncurling and turning her mind away from the avid terror that the pain might never end. Though she's afraid that her face might stay this way forever, she's just as afraid of having to endure another night like the last one in order to get her old face back.
Though Eustace's voice is calm, she feels a vague sense of unhappiness from him. She glances at him and sees the tight clench of his fists. ]
... You don't have to stay if you don't want to.
[ She says so quietly, resigned. She assumes he only came to the church to pay homage to the Holy Mother and got caught up listening to her. He should be outside enjoying the festivities. She can't imagine he climbed up the mountain just to hang out with a crying little girl. ]
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[ It's a phantom pain, an echo of the agony that tore at her throughout the night. Even if her face feels sore and wrong, she can only be thankful that she now has the luxury of uncurling and turning her mind away from the avid terror that the pain might never end. Though she's afraid that her face might stay this way forever, she's just as afraid of having to endure another night like the last one in order to get her old face back.
Though Eustace's voice is calm, she feels a vague sense of unhappiness from him. She glances at him and sees the tight clench of his fists. ]
... You don't have to stay if you don't want to.
[ She says so quietly, resigned. She assumes he only came to the church to pay homage to the Holy Mother and got caught up listening to her. He should be outside enjoying the festivities. She can't imagine he climbed up the mountain just to hang out with a crying little girl. ]