She reaches up to adjust her scarf, forearms pressed against her chest in a defensive gesture. "I'm fine," she says quickly, in a tone that wouldn't fool anyone. "I just..." Her gaze drifts downward. "I wasn't sure if I really wanted to talk to him or not. But I don't like the idea of his soul wandering aimlessly, or... or not even having a soul."
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Date: 2011-06-07 11:50 am (UTC)