[She knew Aristeo long enough to know those retreats by heart, but something still feels a bit heavy in her chest when he suddenly turns the chair and she has to pull her hands back to avoid the handles in the back hitting her.
She hates to be left alone like this, given time to analyze, and overanalyze, and panic, and think of every mistake she might have made. After being allowed such intimate affection, she knows she isn't going to sleep tonight.
The door is already closing behind Ivar by the time she thinks to go inside herself, so she silently lets him make his escape and wanders reluctantly to her own bed.]
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She hates to be left alone like this, given time to analyze, and overanalyze, and panic, and think of every mistake she might have made. After being allowed such intimate affection, she knows she isn't going to sleep tonight.
The door is already closing behind Ivar by the time she thinks to go inside herself, so she silently lets him make his escape and wanders reluctantly to her own bed.]