She isn't old enough, or experienced enough, to mask her candid reaction to this revelation; confusion and sadness mingle together in her downcast eyes, the little furrow between her eyebrows, the line she's pinched her lips into. There's embarrassment there, too, bringing another flush of pink to her cheeks, and she self-consciously tugs her fingers through the ends of her damp hair to give herself something to do with them.
The silence has grown long and unmistakeable awkward. Fern darts a glance at Sina's face. "...sorry." Then, a sheepish moment later, a bit of nervous laughter and, "...I don't know why I said that."
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She isn't old enough, or experienced enough, to mask her candid reaction to this revelation; confusion and sadness mingle together in her downcast eyes, the little furrow between her eyebrows, the line she's pinched her lips into. There's embarrassment there, too, bringing another flush of pink to her cheeks, and she self-consciously tugs her fingers through the ends of her damp hair to give herself something to do with them.
The silence has grown long and unmistakeable awkward. Fern darts a glance at Sina's face. "...sorry." Then, a sheepish moment later, a bit of nervous laughter and, "...I don't know why I said that."