Fengye has never been as speechless. There's an overflow in her brain; mind focusing on everything from how angry she is with herself that she can't think of anything to say to just a total melting collapse in on herself. It's not - not [i]right [/i]that she's being looked at like that. That she's being [i]seen [/i]like that. Like this. Here! Amidst mud and ruin and threats. It's not that she's afraid, not even that she's [i]not [/i]afraid. The threat is both terrifying and laughable, so why...?

She's no stranger to being around the powerful. To copying down their words. To manipulating them from the shadows. Even to fighting them from behind a mask. Always having places to move, evade, escape to. Always a defense that she could put between whatever was happening and this poor, broken, common girl underneath it all. Always quietly confident that nobody would ever care to dig deeper. That she'd always be as invisible as air, even when she was a whirlwind.

But this? This was the first time anybody had ever [i]seen [/i]her. Had ever cared enough to see her, through all her distractions and her masks. Whose attentions she couldn't shift onto someone else. Who had made it [i]personal [/i]in a way she couldn't figure out a way to escape from. She had to think of something to turn that gaze away, but she couldn't, and so she was frozen in place beneath the eyes of the Maid with her heart pounding in her ears. At last, no tricks.

She was in trouble now.

[Fengye is [i]smitten[/i]; take a string]