[Waiting. One thing she isn't particularly good at, at the moment -- not with worry and alarm and the rabid need to do something pumping through every last millimeter of her blood vessels. She slides a hand back to catch her braid with her wrist, tugging it around in front of her to toy with it.]
I do not have a domestic bone in my body, I admit.
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I do not have a domestic bone in my body, I admit.