The level of tension makes Swann tremble and wring her hands, unable to resist the panic she feels during any situation that makes her even the least bit uncomfortable. This is her fault, she's sure, and she's ruined yoga and now Porrim will be angry about having to defend her and Sergius will hate her for... well, surely for something. Swann can't exactly pinpoint that one.

"It's all right." She's so quiet, looking up at Porrim with big doe eyes that sparkle with tears. Barefoot, she's actually under five feet, and it makes her even more prone to give in to the instinct to run, despite the fact that she doesn't believe anyone's going to hit her. "He doesn't mean it. You didn't embarrass me."