[ she hasn't moved from this spot since the moment he first struck, blindsiding dimmond as well as her, partially. now it's her turn to cross the room, changing her fixed position, her heels decisively meeting the floor as she steps toward and around the body, careful to avoid treading on any blood.
her destination is the drinks tray and she stops in front of it to pour herself something, willing her hands not to shake as she pours some of the dark liquid into a small tumbler. the glass decanter rattles against the metal when she puts the lid back on and she slides fingers around her drink in a secure grip before lifting it to her lips, tossing it back with a soft exhale.
she swivels back to face him, still holding the empty glass in both hands. ]
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her destination is the drinks tray and she stops in front of it to pour herself something, willing her hands not to shake as she pours some of the dark liquid into a small tumbler. the glass decanter rattles against the metal when she puts the lid back on and she slides fingers around her drink in a secure grip before lifting it to her lips, tossing it back with a soft exhale.
she swivels back to face him, still holding the empty glass in both hands. ]
I think he would've appreciated that, in a way.