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Daphne Greengrass (vernus) wrote in pandorarpg,

Her nerves were probably still going to be racing until after noon, but she sighed and nodded silently. The obedient part of her personality just letting him take control of the situation. Daphne knew her strengths, and working when she was a nervous wreck was not one of them. She could handle pressure, but this was altogether different. She slid off the bed, realizing how inappropriate it was, but in the grand scheme of things, of well. As she climbed out she looked in his direction, noticing the spot on his neck.

"I'm sorry," she repeated quietly. "I'll let you... do what ever it is you need to do. And you have something on your neck, by the way. Just thought you should know."

With that she went back to the room she had come into and sat on the sofa rather stiffly. What was she thinking, she told herself at once. Honestly. Demented people do things like this.