[ She does, in fact, catch it: Aidan's lips moving to the question, the boy ( she's never bothered to learn his name, his only interest had been Renae and that had made her feel sick to the pit of her stomach ) tearing up, his fingers going to where she'd bitten him on the arm before she'd shoved and locked him in the bathroom. When Aidan waves his hand, she's about five feet away and it's not lost on her at all, the way the wound heals, the crying lessens and something uncomfortably close to guilt gnaws at the edges of her being.
She's a stubborn thing though -- and angry, in a way that she never was, when she, Renae and her mother were on the run. Back then, it had been nightmares and moving to a new place and curling around Renae, afraid, because there were nights that Mom was always stepping out of the house to run through the woods as a fox and Maggie was always so terrified that she wouldn't be there in the morning.
She lags behind, kicking at the grass and glancing back to the way she came, wondering why Renae's left her like this, to speak to the Dragon and the offending party on her own. ]
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She's a stubborn thing though -- and angry, in a way that she never was, when she, Renae and her mother were on the run. Back then, it had been nightmares and moving to a new place and curling around Renae, afraid, because there were nights that Mom was always stepping out of the house to run through the woods as a fox and Maggie was always so terrified that she wouldn't be there in the morning.
She lags behind, kicking at the grass and glancing back to the way she came, wondering why Renae's left her like this, to speak to the Dragon and the offending party on her own. ]