[Ironically, her mind is empty of such considerations, for once. Later, perhaps, when she is staring at the ceiling and trying to will her mind to succumb to sleep, she'll wonder why her nerves were so much lesser while dancing with Giorno over the other guests that have asked for her untrained hand. Or maybe she'll content herself with more excuses, lacking the courage to peer into the unknown depths that follow those thoughts.
For now, though, she's laser focused upon her feet, and not tripping over them. Her steps are half a beat off, which she notices, and the muscles of her back flex and twitch against his fidgeting fingers, which she doesn't.]
Oh? [Her eyes flick up then.] Because you also believe I do not take enough time to "relax," or for another reason?
[She's had enough people prod her about the former, at least.]
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For now, though, she's laser focused upon her feet, and not tripping over them. Her steps are half a beat off, which she notices, and the muscles of her back flex and twitch against his fidgeting fingers, which she doesn't.]
Oh? [Her eyes flick up then.] Because you also believe I do not take enough time to "relax," or for another reason?
[She's had enough people prod her about the former, at least.]