Normally, she dealt with the bad swings by locking herself in her room and letting the psyches take control until she could form a better defence but that wasn't an opinion here. She couldn't hide, she had to fight.

Her head felt like it was going to explode as she slowly forced her gaze up to meet his. She could feel her body start to shake from the combined effects of exhaustion and the sheer effort of fighting to stay in control.