[ Elizabeth isn't the only one. Xion cuts off a shriek, staring with very wide eyes and both hands pressed over her mouth.
There's no compulsion in her to go after the Sheriff. She just stares at the body in the chair with a look of abject horror before finally forcing herself to turn away, ducking her head so she can tug hard on her hair and trying hard to swallow the faint, high-pitched whine that is the clear indicator she wants to burst into tears again, but won't. ]
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There's no compulsion in her to go after the Sheriff. She just stares at the body in the chair with a look of abject horror before finally forcing herself to turn away, ducking her head so she can tug hard on her hair and trying hard to swallow the faint, high-pitched whine that is the clear indicator she wants to burst into tears again, but won't. ]