[ part of her, childish and contrary, contemplates just dropping into a sitting positing right here and now, but that won't serve anyone - least of all harrow. no, she'd rather be out of here entirely, and failing that she just wants some space, so after a short nod of acknowledgement and a quick scan of the area around them, she guides them out by limply joined hands.
harrow takes them off to a space far enough away from anyone else that she can't overhear conversations — which more importantly, means she can't be overheard in like. she doesn't want to discuss this situation that they've found themselves in where they can be caught by prying eyes or prying ears, not when all she wants is to shrivel herself up into a cocoon of bone and wilfully ignore the problem away.
but, regrettably, she has to admit that this isn't the fault of the person she's attached to, that he's just as trapped as her. ]
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harrow takes them off to a space far enough away from anyone else that she can't overhear conversations — which more importantly, means she can't be overheard in like. she doesn't want to discuss this situation that they've found themselves in where they can be caught by prying eyes or prying ears, not when all she wants is to shrivel herself up into a cocoon of bone and wilfully ignore the problem away.
but, regrettably, she has to admit that this isn't the fault of the person she's attached to, that he's just as trapped as her. ]
What...is your name?
[ shes trying, honest. ]