[ Lucrezia leans against his hand to stand up, which she doesn't do particularly well, but at least she isn't about to fall flat on her face. Even him tearing at her skirt hardly fazes her. They have taken more from her than just her dress; that she would have given up more willingly if it meant freedom.
Only his question forces her to think back and she stops herself because she would become exceedingly noisy then. But no. She moves closer to bury her face against his chest instead, breathing deeply, relieved. ]
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Only his question forces her to think back and she stops herself because she would become exceedingly noisy then. But no. She moves closer to bury her face against his chest instead, breathing deeply, relieved. ]
Is it quiet now?