[She's nearly gasping by the time Robin lets her go, disoriented by the sudden shift of solid surface to nothing to cushion behind her back. She makes a small, pained sound in her throat, but not because she's hurt. No, not at all, and her cheeks flush red as the seperation's purpose is made clear when Robin doesn't join her, and with his comments.]
Y-yeah. [Her fingers curl against the bedsheet, and Zatanna looks away from him. Really she wants him to join her too, but they can't.] I'm usually better at rescuing myself.
Re: August 13th, dawn
Y-yeah. [Her fingers curl against the bedsheet, and Zatanna looks away from him. Really she wants him to join her too, but they can't.] I'm usually better at rescuing myself.