[She scowls, temporarily brought out of her fear by that quiet taunt.]
Is now really the time?
[Frankly, she craves every side of him, although her reasons for her attraction vary. But she can't deny this is particularly appealing . . . but not right now. Rosalind crosses her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow.]
Go on. You can do this, can't you? Show off, why don't you.
[As much as her pride is prickled by his teasing, it's worth it: now things feel just a little more normal. He's relaxed, and so she in turn feels some of the tension bleed out of her. It doesn't matter if Youko truly could fight the crow or not; this is his dream, and if he feels confident, things will go as he thinks they will.
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Is now really the time?
[Frankly, she craves every side of him, although her reasons for her attraction vary. But she can't deny this is particularly appealing . . . but not right now. Rosalind crosses her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow.]
Go on. You can do this, can't you? Show off, why don't you.
[As much as her pride is prickled by his teasing, it's worth it: now things feel just a little more normal. He's relaxed, and so she in turn feels some of the tension bleed out of her. It doesn't matter if Youko truly could fight the crow or not; this is his dream, and if he feels confident, things will go as he thinks they will.
(At least: she hopes so).]