There's a mix of horror and surprise on Miranda's face as she stops a few feet away from him on the beach. Even if she does not know exactly what is happening, she knows what it is looks like. It looks like the sort of thing that makes her heart drop, settling low in the pit of stomach full of something like fear. Perhaps it is needless, perhaps he isn't doing anything at all. But until she knows for certain it merely settles there, gnawing away.
"Can it be so ill that you need to swing a sword at it?"
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There's a mix of horror and surprise on Miranda's face as she stops a few feet away from him on the beach. Even if she does not know exactly what is happening, she knows what it is looks like. It looks like the sort of thing that makes her heart drop, settling low in the pit of stomach full of something like fear. Perhaps it is needless, perhaps he isn't doing anything at all. But until she knows for certain it merely settles there, gnawing away.
"Can it be so ill that you need to swing a sword at it?"