Stupid. Stupid. She'd had it under control. There had to have been some better way of telling him. Her mouth presses into a firm, long line again, features darkening as she bites the words off at the source. For a long moment it might seem as though she isn't going to speak at all.

And then her spine releases, burying her face into her knees, her voice a thin, muffled thread against them. "I'm blind . . ."