Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

She tipped her chin up--indulgent in the sardonic praise that he did not believe she would fail. I won't fail, she reiterated to him, a lopsided smirk painting her lips. The stakes are too high.

He moved from her--correcting her, and she felt a light scoff escape her lips. You hurt others and so you cannot feel the hurt yourself?

She sidled back--allowing him his space. Diminutive in her mannerism--fond of the man before her and thus respecting his desired space. Time for a lesson, I suppose, she murmured. Like many youth, she remained hesitant to fully believe the experienced and worldly adult.