Ah, it was time! Dal felt his nerves flapping around like so many butterflies in his stomach and he lifted his hands to cover his face without actually touching it. He swallowed the lump in his throat down and dropped his hands, shoulders squared in determination.
"I'm ready," he assured. Then, more quietly, "Do I look okay?" He fussed with the collar and cuffs of his shirt to make sure the bruises weren't prominently displayed.
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"I'm ready," he assured. Then, more quietly, "Do I look okay?" He fussed with the collar and cuffs of his shirt to make sure the bruises weren't prominently displayed.