Silverlight Terrace magefire

For a few moments, her struggling and snapping continued as if she hadn't heard his words. But the last thing he said, about letting her walk away if she stopped...at this point, that was all she wanted. She had pushed this way further than she was prepared to deal with, and now she just wanted to go home. For the first time in a long time, she actually felt like a child, and she hated it more than anything—even more than the hit she would take to her pride by submitting to him. But as prideful as she was, she didn't want to continue to act like a stupid child. So she finally went limp beneath him, head turned so that she wouldn't accidentally make eye contact. She fumed inside, hating every second of being made to feel inferior to him. But she wanted to leave and she didn't particularly want any more wounds she would have to explain. So she remained acquiescent, frozen in place until the second he would let her up.