[Once more, she curls in on herself, one hand across her stomach and the other pressing at her mouth. She feels nauseous again, bile waiting in the back of her throat. There's a mental wall she just can't get past, even as she knows what it is, how it was put there.]
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[Once more, she curls in on herself, one hand across her stomach and the other pressing at her mouth. She feels nauseous again, bile waiting in the back of her throat. There's a mental wall she just can't get past, even as she knows what it is, how it was put there.]
He could be in danger, and I...