[She's quiet for a few moments, a frown on her face. Her fingers tangle in the sheets, curling into fists. There's resignation in her voice.]
She would only come back again.
[Of course, whether she means that in a 'and so what does it matter if I do it again' or a 'and so it's pointless to do it again' way isn't exactly clear. It's probably closer to the former than the latter right now.
But she's not furious or full of religious fervor, she's not going to go off right this minute and try to attack Cosima again. Not right now. Even if she wasn't in a guarded room, she's still processing the encounter, everything about it that hadn't gone the way she had expected: that hand in her hair; the breath leaving the body; how she could feel it all so closely.]
spam;
She would only come back again.
[Of course, whether she means that in a 'and so what does it matter if I do it again' or a 'and so it's pointless to do it again' way isn't exactly clear. It's probably closer to the former than the latter right now.
But she's not furious or full of religious fervor, she's not going to go off right this minute and try to attack Cosima again. Not right now. Even if she wasn't in a guarded room, she's still processing the encounter, everything about it that hadn't gone the way she had expected: that hand in her hair; the breath leaving the body; how she could feel it all so closely.]