[G'raha sees the hit coming but he's not fast enough to dodge it - he doesn't even want to dodge it. He deserves it, he thinks, that and more. He opens his mouth to try and say more, to find the right words that will make this okay somehow, but she cuts him off before he can find even a syllable.
He nods once, watches her leave and lifts a hand to rub his stinging cheek and tries very hard not to cry - mostly out of frustration with himself.
He also doesn't move - she said stay right there so that's what he's doing, his feet practically glued to the floor in the middle of the rising stones.]
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[G'raha sees the hit coming but he's not fast enough to dodge it - he doesn't even want to dodge it. He deserves it, he thinks, that and more. He opens his mouth to try and say more, to find the right words that will make this okay somehow, but she cuts him off before he can find even a syllable.
He nods once, watches her leave and lifts a hand to rub his stinging cheek and tries very hard not to cry - mostly out of frustration with himself.
He also doesn't move - she said stay right there so that's what he's doing, his feet practically glued to the floor in the middle of the rising stones.]