[ The question leaves her in a state of shock she doesn't have time for, but there's a moment where she does falter, exacerbating a situation undoubtedly created by the same thing. She'd been successful, cocky, and distracted in that order, and while her ability to feel pride has survived the past three days so far, Rapunzel can't be sure she wants it to last the rest if it's such a danger to them.
Reluctant no longer, she forces herself to sit up straight, feeling muscles protesting and shivers racing as her teeth grind. It's time to give up the standard two-hand grip on this thing. So despite demanding a greater degree of strength, holding the pistol with one hand allows her freedom with the other. And it's a freedom she takes advantage of - bending at the waist again to better stabilize herself before the next series of shots - to run fingers through his hair in a moment she knows is selfish.
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Reluctant no longer, she forces herself to sit up straight, feeling muscles protesting and shivers racing as her teeth grind. It's time to give up the standard two-hand grip on this thing. So despite demanding a greater degree of strength, holding the pistol with one hand allows her freedom with the other. And it's a freedom she takes advantage of - bending at the waist again to better stabilize herself before the next series of shots - to run fingers through his hair in a moment she knows is selfish.
Still. He was hurt because of her. ]
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