[ It's the gaze, it's the laugh, it's the insinuations. Neria's fury is a palpable thing, the tension thick. If she had access to her magic, no doubt there'd be fire or something all the worse, her emotions a volatile cocktail waiting to be thrown. Gilgamesh has her complete and undivided attention, all of her anger; whether that's lucky for him or not remains to be seen. But it keeps her from harming the guards and getting injured by them, at least.
For a slip of a second, she looks back at the guards, her grip on Gilgamesh tightening in response, like she might use him for leverage-- But she's no fool. She knows she's at their mercy.
It doesn't stop her from nearly shaking him. And that gives him the time and the moment to get the other link around her throat, which still sports the deep bruises from his own hand. Neria quite suddenly releases him, tries to tug away. ]
What are you-- Let go!
[ The guards don't interfere, even if their confusion - and concern - is obvious. ]
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For a slip of a second, she looks back at the guards, her grip on Gilgamesh tightening in response, like she might use him for leverage-- But she's no fool. She knows she's at their mercy.
It doesn't stop her from nearly shaking him. And that gives him the time and the moment to get the other link around her throat, which still sports the deep bruises from his own hand. Neria quite suddenly releases him, tries to tug away. ]
What are you-- Let go!
[ The guards don't interfere, even if their confusion - and concern - is obvious. ]