[ At first she thinks he's maybe holding her still to keep her rooted there, gripping her to keep her from bolting again in a rage, but — No. It's more like he's clinging to her, holding on as a way of steadying himself. She searches his face, softening by half-measures.
For a moment she's quiet, reluctant. She ... can't ... promise ... that it won't make it worse. ]
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For a moment she's quiet, reluctant. She ... can't ... promise ... that it won't make it worse. ]
Worse how?
[ Not heartening. Not helping the trust. ]