[ She involuntarily tenses at the touch, which makes her feel somehow ashamed, because she knows it should be comforting, but--well. Whatever. Feelings are complicated. She mumbles something unintelligible against the counter before lifting her head and propping her face up in her hands, looking conflicted and miserable and confused, among other things. ]
I handed over the box. But...Yseult wasn't mad that I stole it, not really. More like disappointed.
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I handed over the box. But...Yseult wasn't mad that I stole it, not really. More like disappointed.