[ It feels a lot like suggesting. But Skye's also probably projecting her desire for some kind of maternalistic approval onto that, too. Still. Her shoulders hunch, both defensive and sheepish.
Something in her relents, and she moves to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with May, scanning the cavern. ]
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Something in her relents, and she moves to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with May, scanning the cavern. ]
Well? See anything worth getting worked up about?