Sun Mote Copse if heaven's grief brings hell's rain

She was taken aback by his response, stepping slightly away from the male, frightened by his intenseness. Mara had never thought about that, it was all herself that’s been feeding her these ideas. That she was useless, pitiful, and unworthy. ”I...no one.” 

She felt this was a poor use of his time, that he could be doing just about anything more beneficial than this. Ugh! Mara was tired of being this pathetic constantly. Shifting her body language, to not cower at the slightest idea of something intimidating. Standing up a little taller, seeming a bit stronger, yet still the lingering distress pooled in her eyes.