[ Zinda's kind, level voice is usually relatively grounding to hear – it's enough to make Mielle snap to attention at least but before she can registers anything else, she sees the sheen of Zinda's wavy blonde hair spilling over her shoulder and immediately cringes back, pressing herself into the sofa as hard as she can. ]
N–no, don't... I didn't...!
[ She's scrunching up, as if to make herself as small as possible. ]
I didn't do this... I didn't kill him... so don't...!
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N–no, don't... I didn't...!
[ She's scrunching up, as if to make herself as small as possible. ]
I didn't do this... I didn't kill him... so don't...!