[Angel's head lifted, a brief pang of something she couldn't quite describe shooting through her. The cake in the man's hand was noted, though she couldn't say if it was trepidation or excitement that fueled her.]
I'm... alright.
[She straightened up a little, as if to show that she was indeed okay. Her breath came quicker, and the slightest motion of her legs sent an odd wave pounding through her.]
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I'm... alright.
[She straightened up a little, as if to show that she was indeed okay. Her breath came quicker, and the slightest motion of her legs sent an odd wave pounding through her.]
Sorry to have concerned you.