[Safe to say she is-- particularly when she goes for the collar of his shirt. It's steady, firm for all of half a second before wilting off into unsteady territory.]
Call it whatever you want-- I need this. [Aeryn swallows thickly, fingers still wound up in his shirt.] Or I am going to die.
[Not immediately, of course, but if it looks dire she'd rather do the job herself. Options weighed.]
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Call it whatever you want-- I need this. [Aeryn swallows thickly, fingers still wound up in his shirt.] Or I am going to die.
[Not immediately, of course, but if it looks dire she'd rather do the job herself. Options weighed.]