[After taking the paper, Grainne holds it and waits. When he finally answers her request, though, she recoils slightly at both his look and his tone.
She lowers her head like a chastised child, and the only thing that keeps tears from stinging her eyes is a twinge of anger that she knows she must look as such when she is trying to be everything but.]
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She lowers her head like a chastised child, and the only thing that keeps tears from stinging her eyes is a twinge of anger that she knows she must look as such when she is trying to be everything but.]
Travel safely, Diarmuid.
[Well, at least her tone is even.]