[She draws a quick breath, flicking her wing away from his touch and shifts her face out of his reach. Flora moves away, but not in any way that counts. It's not nearly far enough, and she glares at him for it, for her helplessness, for all of this. She's angry, it's there for anyone to see, but she's afraid, as well, which isn't. Her will belongs to one that she knows who takes enjoyment in breaking them.
:3c
She's terrified.
She won't let him see it.]
I don't belong here, let me go.