UNDER YOUR SKIN ☆ o, rumors

[SirDio]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Medusa smiled warmly, though partially forced, at Rhine's words. "I lecture myself enough already, so I'll try not to have you do my work for me." Setting her eyes upon Vaas, down to Foam, then back to Rhine, she found words caught in her throat at the scene before her. They were all entirely feline. She wasn't. Instead of a burning feeling, there was just pain. The feeling of being a singled out individual, even if singled out by her own mind, was agony. But she kept the smile on. "You're doing a much better job at leading than I could ever do." She said those words softly, probably a little too soft to even remotely take the edge off her mind. The pain in her chest worsened. Was it anxiety? Or something worse, something that couldn't go away just by breathing and calming down?

Something flickered in her eyes -- pain, sadness, anxiety? A mix of all three? Either way, it was gone before anyone could really notice. "Aside from the rumors, how have things been at camp?" Good -- a distraction for her.

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