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She faltered slightly during the small pause— then more, at his words. Oh! It fell from her lips quietly. Her face was suddenly ablaze, ears slicking back for the barest moment; if wolves could blush, Branwen would have been. I'm sorry. My name is Branwen, and um... Oh no, where did her words go? Not here, not here. She swallowed and shifted uncomfortably, hyper-aware of how awkward she was making this with each passing second.
Well, Branwen started again after a bit with an embarrassed, slightly breathless laugh. I wasn't here to make an idiot of myself, but— here I am. She knew she was likely making it worse. It was kind of a terrible introduction, and she had half a mind to gather up the remnants of her pride and run back to Trigeda.