[ In the wake of the dance, Pyrrha is left floundering, hands clasping behind her back when she remembers what to do with them. The moment before that decisive movement had been gangly, almost awkward, as she had struggled to know what to do with herself. Her empty arms, her warm hands. ]
Not at all.
[ Her smile, when it comes, is respectful, unfeigned. She hasn’t decided how she feels about her enigmatic dance partner yet, but Pyrrha isn’t about to be cold. ]
The pleasure was all mine.
[ The curtsy is returned, as elegant as anything Pyrrha does. ]
no subject
Not at all.
[ Her smile, when it comes, is respectful, unfeigned. She hasn’t decided how she feels about her enigmatic dance partner yet, but Pyrrha isn’t about to be cold. ]
The pleasure was all mine.
[ The curtsy is returned, as elegant as anything Pyrrha does. ]