She wishes she could pretend that she's not terrified at the sight of the beast. Especially since - well - that's really not the most impressive lion she's ever seen, not by far. Kind of pathetic and ragged, really. But even a pathetic, ragged lion is more than enough to rip her limb from limb.
Bartimaeus' voice, issuing from the creature's mouth, is hardly any sort of reassurance, either. After all, as she's reminded constantly, she hardly even knows him. And he certainly doesn't ever seem particularly warmly inclined towards her. Case in point. And yet even so - even so, she's got to be perfectly polite to him, hasn't she.
So when she sees him stirring on her bed, she fights hard to keep herself from grabbing at her dagger, or going for the silver pendant in her pocket. Instead, she just clenches her fists, and takes in a level breath to keep from yelling in fear, and says, "I don't know what you're talking about. Which dark pit have I pushed who down?"
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Date: 2019-08-14 12:31 am (UTC)Bartimaeus' voice, issuing from the creature's mouth, is hardly any sort of reassurance, either. After all, as she's reminded constantly, she hardly even knows him. And he certainly doesn't ever seem particularly warmly inclined towards her. Case in point. And yet even so - even so, she's got to be perfectly polite to him, hasn't she.
So when she sees him stirring on her bed, she fights hard to keep herself from grabbing at her dagger, or going for the silver pendant in her pocket. Instead, she just clenches her fists, and takes in a level breath to keep from yelling in fear, and says, "I don't know what you're talking about. Which dark pit have I pushed who down?"