[ He'll be back in the village, but she won't be returning to it now. Rather than rub salt into the wound, take to hurting him in retaliation for fucking her and then leaving the moment she gives him the honesty he'd asked for, she does what any maladjusted nineteen year old might do, and —
Ignores it. Refuses to grant him any sort of response, any sort of acknowledgement. Moisture prickles in her eyes, courtesy of a frustrated anger, as she gathers her shirt from the floor and storms past him. Deeper, into the bowels of the Falcon, where she intends to stay for the rest of the evening as unhealthy coping mechanisms dictate. ]
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Ignores it. Refuses to grant him any sort of response, any sort of acknowledgement. Moisture prickles in her eyes, courtesy of a frustrated anger, as she gathers her shirt from the floor and storms past him. Deeper, into the bowels of the Falcon, where she intends to stay for the rest of the evening as unhealthy coping mechanisms dictate. ]