[She wavers. Harry's at the point in his career where they've worked together long enough, he's gotten strong enough, that she knows he's well out of her league. She'll still follow him into hell at the drop of a hat. Fight alongside him without hesitation. But he knows her limits, she knows her limits, and she trusts him to guide her to where she's most useful. If this were Harry giving her instructions, she'd obey.
But like a dog whose territory is being threatened, right now all she wants to do is fight. Bare metaphorical teeth. Exercise defiance without reason. She shakes hard enough to knock her knuckles together and forces herself to sit.
Her pride burns with the submission. She hates it. Hates it. But he's right, and she's not stupid.]
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But like a dog whose territory is being threatened, right now all she wants to do is fight. Bare metaphorical teeth. Exercise defiance without reason. She shakes hard enough to knock her knuckles together and forces herself to sit.
Her pride burns with the submission. She hates it. Hates it. But he's right, and she's not stupid.]