[ Exhaustion grips her, a heavy weight that makes her lungs burn and her muscles ache. She doesn't feel impressed with herself: she feels like she's come up short, her pride as winded by the forfeit as her body is by the fight. Still, she reaches up to swipe the towel from his hand and wads it against her breastbone to drag sweat away from her neckline while she watches him pace away. The anger, as it turns out, isn't quieted by violence, only further incensed. ]
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