[ He straightens, at least. Re-aligns his spine so he's back to his usual lanky self, if a little paler. He glances over at the woman again--strong looking in every sense, red hair--and exhales through his nose. ]
Can't say I knew her well. [ 'knew', not 'know.' March's nose wrinkles. ] She got on my ass for smoking. You... [ Jesus, this is weird, but March finally forces himself to look at La'an, silently grateful for someone at his side even if she's a stranger. ]
You felt that fear, too, though. [ So it wasn't just him. Thank God. ]
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[ He straightens, at least. Re-aligns his spine so he's back to his usual lanky self, if a little paler. He glances over at the woman again--strong looking in every sense, red hair--and exhales through his nose. ]
Can't say I knew her well. [ 'knew', not 'know.' March's nose wrinkles. ] She got on my ass for smoking. You... [ Jesus, this is weird, but March finally forces himself to look at La'an, silently grateful for someone at his side even if she's a stranger. ]
You felt that fear, too, though. [ So it wasn't just him. Thank God. ]