24.Apr.12, 06:01 AM
She shivered, he'd brought a whip?!
A low drawn breath, she allowed herself to remain calm and a let the next words roll off her tongue. He dislike defiance, or so she found herself believe. "And if I do take off my shirt?" she asked. Normally such insolence was reserved for stupid decisions that could /alter other peoples lives/. But here she felt strange, a need to perhaps show off.
It wasn't the need to exhibit anything, no she'd be struck plenty oftimes, by Healers in the north. People be who believed she wasn't quiet 'worth' it. Lymsleia drew herself up, how'd she /not/ seen the whip in his hand? She breathed through her nose.
She found herself with her shirt off, looking him the eye, daring him. "You're ill." she snapped the words were harsh, she knew it. Here she should practically taunting the masculine with her delicate feminine, and trying to play the healer at the same time. She realized how it it could have looked to others. Let the rumor mill turn.
She hung onto her shirt. "I am no child to be be struck." she said. "and you need to rest, S'kef. Do this when your well." A stay of execution perhaps?
A low drawn breath, she allowed herself to remain calm and a let the next words roll off her tongue. He dislike defiance, or so she found herself believe. "And if I do take off my shirt?" she asked. Normally such insolence was reserved for stupid decisions that could /alter other peoples lives/. But here she felt strange, a need to perhaps show off.
It wasn't the need to exhibit anything, no she'd be struck plenty oftimes, by Healers in the north. People be who believed she wasn't quiet 'worth' it. Lymsleia drew herself up, how'd she /not/ seen the whip in his hand? She breathed through her nose.
She found herself with her shirt off, looking him the eye, daring him. "You're ill." she snapped the words were harsh, she knew it. Here she should practically taunting the masculine with her delicate feminine, and trying to play the healer at the same time. She realized how it it could have looked to others. Let the rumor mill turn.
She hung onto her shirt. "I am no child to be be struck." she said. "and you need to rest, S'kef. Do this when your well." A stay of execution perhaps?