My jaw grinds with the effort to hold the words in. She isn’t actually encouraging him. She’s just being Kit—oblivious to the fact that she is the shiniest of objects, blinding everyone who passes by. She thinks her sharp words ward people off, but I’ve seen how they function in the real world—I’ve been victim to them myself—and all they are is something jagged you find yourself caught upon, leaving you to dangle like prey while she continues blinding you.
