[She hesitates -- oh, she hesitates -- but she does finally step in. It's strange to go into something without knowing at all what you know... what you should know, that feels so foreign yet so utterly not. She stands in her little corner, hands loose at her sides. This feels natural. How she'd do it.
She looks up, perhaps seeking instruction. A start.
Her knuckles itch. But there's no danger here. She's not supposed to use them.]
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She looks up, perhaps seeking instruction. A start.
Her knuckles itch. But there's no danger here. She's not supposed to use them.]