[She owed him much, she is quite sure. Yet beyond that, there is no denying that a part of her does want to flee, does want to pull that ring off her finger more than anything else- also, definitely wants her robe back on (or at least to wrap the sheet). But more than that, in... Asgardia, in... places that weren't her world-]
Staying is... done?
[Her tone betrays that she honestly had considered leaving the more proper thing to do, the more normal thing, less shameful thing- what a partner would prefer from a... whatever this was now. Clandestine lover? One night of passion? And he says it like it's normal to needn't, in a way that finally brings her eyes back to him, forces herself to confront another fear, to look at him and search his face for anything different, even as her fingers continue to tug anxiously at the ring.]
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Staying is... done?
[Her tone betrays that she honestly had considered leaving the more proper thing to do, the more normal thing, less shameful thing- what a partner would prefer from a... whatever this was now. Clandestine lover? One night of passion? And he says it like it's normal to needn't, in a way that finally brings her eyes back to him, forces herself to confront another fear, to look at him and search his face for anything different, even as her fingers continue to tug anxiously at the ring.]