She's only dimly aware that Luna is trying to tear her jacket. She doesn't quite get to the point of offering to do it for her, which is all the better, considering.
Her arm is held close in her other hand, her body hunched slightly over it and trembling. Each breath is shallow and harsh. She tries extending it but not without a number of little noises that she can't find it in her to stifle. Not even when she bites her lip.
She nods, belatedly, to say okay. She cries out some when her arm is wrapped, head bowing.
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Her arm is held close in her other hand, her body hunched slightly over it and trembling. Each breath is shallow and harsh. She tries extending it but not without a number of little noises that she can't find it in her to stifle. Not even when she bites her lip.
She nods, belatedly, to say okay. She cries out some when her arm is wrapped, head bowing.