[Bella hesitates, casting a look over towards the house she had come out of -- or, rather, the row of similar-looking houses. None of them particularly fill her with comfort, or even ease. More a looming sense of dread, of wrongness.]
Not...really, no. [Logically, she shouldn't feel safe anywhere in this alien place, but she finds it more comfortable closer to Jean than alone.] Um, you d-don't...you don't have to worry about me, though. Honest.
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Not...really, no. [Logically, she shouldn't feel safe anywhere in this alien place, but she finds it more comfortable closer to Jean than alone.] Um, you d-don't...you don't have to worry about me, though. Honest.