[She follows the train of thought down a deep and winding road, silent in long contemplation. Down to the surface of a deeper notion to pluck at its stitches and feel the warning sting.
Back up again, spooked into flight, the ache nipping at her heels. She frowns and downs another mouthful of water, hands unsteady. It's bad. Feeling floaty is the opposite of the antidote to this; she scrubs her palms over her knees to feel the texture of the jumpsuit, and stares at Hinata's face, studying him carefully to decipher his expression.]
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Back up again, spooked into flight, the ache nipping at her heels. She frowns and downs another mouthful of water, hands unsteady. It's bad. Feeling floaty is the opposite of the antidote to this; she scrubs her palms over her knees to feel the texture of the jumpsuit, and stares at Hinata's face, studying him carefully to decipher his expression.]