[Exposed and raw indeed, her control held in place only by sheer stubborn will: the right word could shatter it entirely, and yet he doesn't make the fatal blow. Nothing in Ayumu's outward stance changes, and she remains just as aware of him as she would any other threat, but she is listening. There is little else to do, for the moment.
The question she ignores, but as she speaks her hands flex slightly, open and closed and open again, then come to rest flat against the front of her obi. When he pauses in his narrative, almost against her will, she finds herself prompting him to continue.]
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The question she ignores, but as she speaks her hands flex slightly, open and closed and open again, then come to rest flat against the front of her obi. When he pauses in his narrative, almost against her will, she finds herself prompting him to continue.]
...and?