[ Some part of her still wants to fight the idea that his heart ends when she does, but her body is quailing in the aftershock of her breakdown, throat raw and her voice refusing to assist her. It won't matter, anyway - if he won't relent now, he certainly won't relent when she finally gathers herself. Defeat leaves her limp as a cutstring puppet, despising the part of her that's happy for this.
Eventually, the crying eases. She's left with clear traces of it on her face, eyes damp and reddened, loose hair clinging to tear streaks.
... ] Let's get out of here, okay?
[ She is able to stand on her own, albeit a bit wobbily so, and - ugh, she probably looks really gross right now. In the aftermath of her freak out, Pyrrha's contrite and quiet, more than a little ashamed. ]
action.
Eventually, the crying eases. She's left with clear traces of it on her face, eyes damp and reddened, loose hair clinging to tear streaks.
... ] Let's get out of here, okay?
[ She is able to stand on her own, albeit a bit wobbily so, and - ugh, she probably looks really gross right now. In the aftermath of her freak out, Pyrrha's contrite and quiet, more than a little ashamed. ]