[ With how familiar he is to her, she recognizes the sound of Eustace before he speaks up. She is unconditionally glad whenever she runs into him, yet she doesn't attempt to call him over... for the simple reason that she's too embarrassed to, knowing that she's in a pitiful state. As he comes upon her, she quietly accepts defeat for her dignity. Though she's really done nothing wrong, she feels a bit like a child caught with forbidden cookie crumbs on her face. That feeling is exacerbated by his quiet sigh (of disappointment!!).
He might understand why she's so averse to her reflection, but that doesn't mean she'd blame him for being exasperated with her. Anyone would find it strange and impractical, she thinks; as with ghosts, and as with big crowds, it isn't normal that the mere presence of her reflection should debilitate her. It isn't something she can explain, and if she were to try, she's quite sure it would only make her sound childish.
When he takes her hand, she startles a little but doesn't resist. He could probably throw her over his shoulder and she wouldn't resist... but either way, she'll allow herself to be led any which way, whether it's backward or forward, her grip on his hand delicate and her eyes glued to the floor.
It takes her a while to respond. Thoughts and mortifications run through her head, but mostly she's thankful that he seems to understand her problem without being told, and she thinks about how her old mentor always understood too. When she does finally speak up, her voice is at about half its usual volume. ]
I should probably learn how to deal with this... shouldn't I?
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He might understand why she's so averse to her reflection, but that doesn't mean she'd blame him for being exasperated with her. Anyone would find it strange and impractical, she thinks; as with ghosts, and as with big crowds, it isn't normal that the mere presence of her reflection should debilitate her. It isn't something she can explain, and if she were to try, she's quite sure it would only make her sound childish.
When he takes her hand, she startles a little but doesn't resist. He could probably throw her over his shoulder and she wouldn't resist... but either way, she'll allow herself to be led any which way, whether it's backward or forward, her grip on his hand delicate and her eyes glued to the floor.
It takes her a while to respond. Thoughts and mortifications run through her head, but mostly she's thankful that he seems to understand her problem without being told, and she thinks about how her old mentor always understood too. When she does finally speak up, her voice is at about half its usual volume. ]
I should probably learn how to deal with this... shouldn't I?