[An exasperated breath. She's getting tired of being poked here. The shadow stretches longer before it snaps into a firework.

She's doing the best she can here, dangit. Her eyes open.

A flower necklace made of fish string; their clasped hands; an ice wall]

Either way, it's done now. So how "selfish" it was or how "selfish" I can be aren't things that really matter. There's no point in talking about it any more.

[And she looks at him out of her periphery vision.]