[It cuts deep, that remark. Deeper than Aeryn's willing to admit, though the slight recoil on her end spells out out easily-- provided he's paying close enough attention to see it.
It's a long, long beat before she speaks up again, voice weaker than usual. Thinner. Pained.]
I um... no. [Aeryn taps a knuckle against his chest. Swallows thickly.] No, not from me. Not exactly.
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It's a long, long beat before she speaks up again, voice weaker than usual. Thinner. Pained.]
I um... no. [Aeryn taps a knuckle against his chest. Swallows thickly.] No, not from me. Not exactly.