He heard a squeak of a whimper, and his eyes shot above the table. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, the quill in her hand clutched in such a way he was sure it would be broken when she released it. Looking back down he saw as her legs locked closed, her thighs rubbing together as she squirmed in her seat. Finally she gave a few quick jerks of movement, and stilled, her breath whooshing out of her.