[try though she may, Cecelia really is so, so weak to being cared for. between his words in earnest and the effort to touch her despite her having recoiled so much, what can she do but relent? she'd be a fool to fight or flee, so she may as well just be a fool to stay.
with a stifled whimper, she leans in, following the pull at her wrists to keep her face hidden. from there she quickly moves to clutch at him and bury her head against his chest.]
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with a stifled whimper, she leans in, following the pull at her wrists to keep her face hidden. from there she quickly moves to clutch at him and bury her head against his chest.]
No, not at all! I'm so sorry!