[ It takes Noel a moment to calm down, and frankly she's still a little shaken up from the dream when her gaze falls on her lantern and journal; it's only then that it dawns on her what it means. Oh no. No, no, no. She scrambles across the floor to grab her journal and do some damage control if necessary. ]
Yes! [ Whoa, let's rein in the aggressive enthusiasm, shall we? ] Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
[ That comes off a little unnatural, too, but it's progress. Now... she should probably explain herself, right? ... If only it was that simple. ]
That's... I mean, it was...
[ Okay, clearly that's not working. Backed into a corner, Noel instinctively fall back on what she's used to most: apologizing. ]
no subject
Yes! [ Whoa, let's rein in the aggressive enthusiasm, shall we? ] Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
[ That comes off a little unnatural, too, but it's progress. Now... she should probably explain herself, right? ... If only it was that simple. ]
That's... I mean, it was...
[ Okay, clearly that's not working. Backed into a corner, Noel instinctively fall back on what she's used to most: apologizing. ]
I'm sorry.