[Having vented some of her anger, the worst of it, she feels a little less agitated than she was. She's said her piece so far and he hasn't interrupted, hasn't stopped her, hasn't told her to stop in any way. Perhaps she should be remembering that Juste and Tag had reacted to Asil with fear, that he is a werewolf to be intimidated of and careful around, but she is beyond remembering such things.
Mollified by his nod, Eun remains quiet a moment, holding his gaze. There is no challenge there, nothing in her that is meant to push his wolf, but she is not a pushover and will not avert her gaze at a time like this. Not until she chooses to, which she does a few moments later. His things are not far from where hers were (a fact that will catch up to her when she is not so angry) and she picks up the bag and slowly walks it over to him so he can dress.
She considers bringing up what happened in the woods after the kill, that he did not speak a word to her when she brought her deer meet over to eat at his feet, that she not only rejected the implied offer that came with it from another wolf, but showed he had her favor. But it seems a petty gripe to offer in light of the other. So she discards it, deciding that one she will swallow and get past on her own.]
I was going to talk to you about my next point later. I wasn't angry then, but I was going to pull you aside to make my feelings known because it is important to me that you understand where I am coming from. I am aware of our drastic age difference and your concerns with it, and I am not going to rehash that ground unnecessarily because I think we still understand the points we made then. But my being younger, in my twenties, does not make me a child. Not even by comparison. I am an adult woman, and have been for several years now. [Her voice drops just a little as she meets his eyes again to make her point.] I am sure that you meant it affectionately when you included me with Kara and called us children, but since I am grown enough to be half-naked in your arms and moaning your name, I am grown enough to not be called a child in any form by you.
[It was smart for her to get the worst of it out first. She feels even, in control, and in possession of her inner strength again. Taking a stand will do that, apparently. There are other layers she could add to her last point if necessary, regarding the history of men in America infantilizing women, but already she is tired of her anger and in no mood to take them too far astray from her original points.]
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Mollified by his nod, Eun remains quiet a moment, holding his gaze. There is no challenge there, nothing in her that is meant to push his wolf, but she is not a pushover and will not avert her gaze at a time like this. Not until she chooses to, which she does a few moments later. His things are not far from where hers were (a fact that will catch up to her when she is not so angry) and she picks up the bag and slowly walks it over to him so he can dress.
She considers bringing up what happened in the woods after the kill, that he did not speak a word to her when she brought her deer meet over to eat at his feet, that she not only rejected the implied offer that came with it from another wolf, but showed he had her favor. But it seems a petty gripe to offer in light of the other. So she discards it, deciding that one she will swallow and get past on her own.]
I was going to talk to you about my next point later. I wasn't angry then, but I was going to pull you aside to make my feelings known because it is important to me that you understand where I am coming from. I am aware of our drastic age difference and your concerns with it, and I am not going to rehash that ground unnecessarily because I think we still understand the points we made then. But my being younger, in my twenties, does not make me a child. Not even by comparison. I am an adult woman, and have been for several years now. [Her voice drops just a little as she meets his eyes again to make her point.] I am sure that you meant it affectionately when you included me with Kara and called us children, but since I am grown enough to be half-naked in your arms and moaning your name, I am grown enough to not be called a child in any form by you.
[It was smart for her to get the worst of it out first. She feels even, in control, and in possession of her inner strength again. Taking a stand will do that, apparently. There are other layers she could add to her last point if necessary, regarding the history of men in America infantilizing women, but already she is tired of her anger and in no mood to take them too far astray from her original points.]
That's it, I've said what I wanted to.