[if she hears his word, there's no reflection of it in her face. He's leaving, talking about rebellion... things that she has surely been instructed to stamp out at one time or another.
When he finishes talking, her other hand moves and is placed on top of his hand. It remains there only for the briefest moment, before she turns abruptly, and begins to walk in the other direction.
Some part of her might realize that if she followed him, she would see him leave. And if she saw that, she might be forced to help stop him. Or maybe it was time that she had to go elsewhere, there was no way to know for sure--
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When he finishes talking, her other hand moves and is placed on top of his hand. It remains there only for the briefest moment, before she turns abruptly, and begins to walk in the other direction.
Some part of her might realize that if she followed him, she would see him leave. And if she saw that, she might be forced to help stop him. Or maybe it was time that she had to go elsewhere, there was no way to know for sure--
Please go, Lloyd. I'll be okay.]