[ That turn of phrase: 'Those that would pursue you here'. It awakens something in her, and her eyes go wide, briefly with fear and then with determination. Her jaw sets, and both hands clench into soft fists as her back straightens. ]
...They tried to do that back home, too.
[ Her voice is a little more steely; she'll run here, too, if she must.
And, she surmises, if he's telling her this, he's probably not one of those people, right? So he's safe to talk to, right? And he's offering clothing...
She bends down and grabs the tunic, pulling it on over her head, pulling her hair out of the collar. She starts to try and braid it, but gives up after a moment. It's too wet, and too thick, to do so without a hairbrush, so she tosses it over her shoulders, and steps forward, toward Estinien. ]
You aren't one of them, right? So how do I get out of here?
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...They tried to do that back home, too.
[ Her voice is a little more steely; she'll run here, too, if she must.
And, she surmises, if he's telling her this, he's probably not one of those people, right? So he's safe to talk to, right? And he's offering clothing...
She bends down and grabs the tunic, pulling it on over her head, pulling her hair out of the collar. She starts to try and braid it, but gives up after a moment. It's too wet, and too thick, to do so without a hairbrush, so she tosses it over her shoulders, and steps forward, toward Estinien. ]
You aren't one of them, right? So how do I get out of here?