[She makes a noise, the distorted hybrid of a giggle and a cackle and a gurgle, a wriggling choking mean-mirthful thing, then claps her hand on her mouth for a moment, looking less like she's trying to muffle herself than like she's trying to swallow bile, to stop something escaping.
Her throat works, gulping several times, and she drags a slow breath through her nose.]
I'm a little. Askew. I spent a long time in the library.
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Her throat works, gulping several times, and she drags a slow breath through her nose.]
I'm a little. Askew. I spent a long time in the library.
[It's fine, she's fine. She can handle it.]