[She can't even jerk her hand away. She shivers instead, jaw clenched to keep her sharp teeth from chattering. Beneath his hand, her more severely afflicted hand is growing dark from unnatural frostbite, only really knowing his touch because she can see it. How she must look now, having gambled with her pride and lost. She almost can't bear to look him in the eyes, knowing the disgust or pity that must be in them.]
Do you think... I will show you where it is?
[She swallows, so ready to think that others are trying to dig out her weaknesses and expose them to the light.]
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Do you think... I will show you where it is?
[She swallows, so ready to think that others are trying to dig out her weaknesses and expose them to the light.]
Turn... your head...