[ she looks up from her pillow, and it isn't the look of a girl who's just been crying, weeping, hiccuping. it's the look of a girl who's done crying because she's too tired to anymore, at least right now, and she looks flat-out miserable. the look she gives him is lidded, tired, a little dead-eyed but still thoroughly resentful. her voice is hoarse, quiet, her nose a little stuffy, but it's flat and perfectly audible to byerly. ]
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I'm not going to hit you again. Just go.