If she doesn't want to see you, she certainly won't want to see me, [ Yseult points out, but it's not a no. Instead she nods, more a slow blink than any movement of her head that might dislodge his hand, at least not until another beat has passed and she steps back altogether, putting a couple feet between them. ]
When I'm back, [ she re-confirms unnecessarily. She backpedals the first two steps, and then turns and disappears into the crowd. ]
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When I'm back, [ she re-confirms unnecessarily. She backpedals the first two steps, and then turns and disappears into the crowd. ]