For a moment, Myra studies his arms passively; they are a testament to the kind of life he has led, and a small sampling of the price he has paid for his success.
She watches him work to meditate away the emotions, and once he seems to collect himself, she offers him a very small, but encouraging smile as she speaks quietly.
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Date: 2009-05-09 07:42 pm (UTC)She watches him work to meditate away the emotions, and once he seems to collect himself, she offers him a very small, but encouraging smile as she speaks quietly.
"You going to be okay, Chief?"