[ Lauralae moves forward without quesiton, Rav'ahm staring at the other bird with a cocked head, curious and wondering. The girl herself doesn't pause, moving forward and heading towards the door. It's almost as if Mòrag's warnings and suggestion have gone unheard, as if she is deaf to it. ]
I do not require your protection.
[ She can reach for her own torch if she wants, but there's a stubbornness about her. She refuses to allow herself to be considered weak, or needing to be cared for - she cannot. Her jaw is clenched, tight. ]
no subject
I do not require your protection.
[ She can reach for her own torch if she wants, but there's a stubbornness about her. She refuses to allow herself to be considered weak, or needing to be cared for - she cannot. Her jaw is clenched, tight. ]