The Ravenclaw sniffed loudly, willing the tears to crawl back up into her eyes—quite unsuccessfully, of course—as she scrambled to put her shirt back on.
"Alright," she voiced softly—an alert that he could turn back around, not a statement on how she was feeling.
"Alright," she voiced softly—an alert that he could turn back around, not a statement on how she was feeling.
She/Her/Hers OOC and in her own narration.