[she was moving from her spot anyhow, but keeping safe where she was too. Watchful.]
How'd you know where I am? [she said to her book, and if he did come down he'd find the dark haired girl standing there in a shirt way too long for her, hands clinched around the book, slightly orangish but not on fire. The journal was being warmed but not yet set on fire.]
[A clear sign she was still scared, but trying to control it.]
[Voice]
How'd you know where I am? [she said to her book, and if he did come down he'd find the dark haired girl standing there in a shirt way too long for her, hands clinched around the book, slightly orangish but not on fire. The journal was being warmed but not yet set on fire.]
[A clear sign she was still scared, but trying to control it.]