Oh no. She sees that flicker of surprise and feels as if she is briefly plummeting downward as she waits for him to condemn her—
But he doesn't. At least not knowingly. The thing he says about her not being in control of her abilities is certainly a blow whether he knows it or not. Gela watches him scrape his fork around the plate and feels airless, holds herself perfectly still. It's so difficult to be in this conversation. She feels exhausted actually, like she needs to go and lay down. Being told to come to his office is truly the final straw for what little calm she has left.
Her voice accidentally skips when she answers. "Oh– okay. Okay."
She doesn't dare to look at the plate she'd pushed away from herself earlier, still half-full. She's not going to eat it but she'll definitely sit here and pretend to until he's left the room, so she hastens to take up her utensil again and holds it loosely, looking lost.
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But he doesn't. At least not knowingly. The thing he says about her not being in control of her abilities is certainly a blow whether he knows it or not. Gela watches him scrape his fork around the plate and feels airless, holds herself perfectly still. It's so difficult to be in this conversation. She feels exhausted actually, like she needs to go and lay down. Being told to come to his office is truly the final straw for what little calm she has left.
Her voice accidentally skips when she answers. "Oh– okay. Okay."
She doesn't dare to look at the plate she'd pushed away from herself earlier, still half-full. She's not going to eat it but she'll definitely sit here and pretend to until he's left the room, so she hastens to take up her utensil again and holds it loosely, looking lost.