[The way the wound throbs doesn't match her heartbeat at all, which feels distinctly strange. Nyara's palms sweat and she blinks blurring eyes until they clear, forcing her breathing to be slow and even.
Miguel figured it out. Need nobly refrains, again, from telling Nyara that she doesn't have to do this.]
No, it is well. It was only surprising.
[Nyara doesn't have much practice in outright lying but - taking the cue that Miguel is stoic and self-abnegating - she can keep her voice soft and level, without strain. It really isn't bad, as these things go. She has run for miles with unhealed fractured bones and knelt on sharp stones and smiled with no sign of discomfort.]
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Miguel figured it out. Need nobly refrains, again, from telling Nyara that she doesn't have to do this.]
No, it is well. It was only surprising.
[Nyara doesn't have much practice in outright lying but - taking the cue that Miguel is stoic and self-abnegating - she can keep her voice soft and level, without strain. It really isn't bad, as these things go. She has run for miles with unhealed fractured bones and knelt on sharp stones and smiled with no sign of discomfort.]
I am sorry, I did not mean to make any sound.