[ The touch draws her from her momentary despair and for the first time in probably an hour, the stable is silent. The sight of Sylvain subdues her sobs to sniffles. Pink, misty eyes blink up at him; it wouldn't be hard to see that her brain is trying to piece together that it hadn't been Marshy the horse doing a very convincing impression of Sylvain, but Sylvain himself.
Had she had more of her faculties, she would have found herself torn between wanting to reach for him and to turn tail in the other direction and flee into the night. Instead his appearance and touch start a delayed chain reaction that only serves to root her to the spot. Her face crumples and her already splotchy face turns pinker than before. She lets out another resounding wail that is quickly muffled as she buries her face into her hands so he doesn't have to see how much of a mess she is. ]
No, I can't. I'll only disturb you two. You're already here and I've already disturbed your night I don't want to disturb it more!
[ The quickly drawn conclusion only seems to send her further spiraling. ]
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Had she had more of her faculties, she would have found herself torn between wanting to reach for him and to turn tail in the other direction and flee into the night. Instead his appearance and touch start a delayed chain reaction that only serves to root her to the spot. Her face crumples and her already splotchy face turns pinker than before. She lets out another resounding wail that is quickly muffled as she buries her face into her hands so he doesn't have to see how much of a mess she is. ]
No, I can't. I'll only disturb you two. You're already here and I've already disturbed your night I don't want to disturb it more!
[ The quickly drawn conclusion only seems to send her further spiraling. ]