"No time for anyone to retreat and lick their wounds before the next blow."
It's a wonder none of them has snapped under the pressure yet - or at least not so spectacularly that it couldn't be tidied away.
"I am no one's idea of a therapist, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." She pauses, then smiles slightly, the expression a little crooked. "Or someone to fight into the ground. I'm versatile."
The wind sighs, tugging at her coat, and she glances almost reflexively back over her shoulder. Nothing there but sand and surf, and the sense of something just missed that's been lingering since the frozen walls fell.
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It's a wonder none of them has snapped under the pressure yet - or at least not so spectacularly that it couldn't be tidied away.
"I am no one's idea of a therapist, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." She pauses, then smiles slightly, the expression a little crooked. "Or someone to fight into the ground. I'm versatile."
The wind sighs, tugging at her coat, and she glances almost reflexively back over her shoulder. Nothing there but sand and surf, and the sense of something just missed that's been lingering since the frozen walls fell.