I Won’t.

Nature was the most unfair thing in this world. If not, why would her stomach growl at the most critical and important part of her life that would likely enter 'The History of Vinnandra the Hateful'?

Why must nature embarrass her so?

Vinnandra felt her cheeks burn. They were likely tomatoe red and continuing with her act at that point seemed more like foolery. So reluctantly, she pried her eyes open, shameless pretending as if she had just stepped out of the e succors of sleep.

Xander peered at her with an indescribable expression—not exactly amused and not exactly stern. Before him, Vinn suddenly felt too small. He outstretched his hand to her, "Can you walk?" He asked, peering at her.

"Of course!" She answered a lot bit too quickly. In no way would she allow him to support her in her current embarrassing situation, talkless of carry her.

That would be the end of her.