[She's sitting up, but she's hunched over into herself and her hands are fisted tightly in the sheets. Unwilling to meet Ion's eyes, she fixes her gazse onto her own lap.]
[But the words coming out of Ion's mouth are completely different from what she had expected. She was waiting to be yelled at, cursed, thrown out, or perhaps just Ion's normal calm, soothing tone telling her to get out and never show her face near them again.]
[In the end, the only thing she manages to say in a thin, wavery voice is:] What...?
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[But the words coming out of Ion's mouth are completely different from what she had expected. She was waiting to be yelled at, cursed, thrown out, or perhaps just Ion's normal calm, soothing tone telling her to get out and never show her face near them again.]
[In the end, the only thing she manages to say in a thin, wavery voice is:] What...?