Feeling more rested and relaxed than she has in days, Idina breathes again before flashing a smile at James. A week and a half and he seems to have finally calmed down. The tensions on stage have eased, granted Idina remembers to cover up the growing bags under her eyes. And today to cover up her arm. Last night is her secret, her very own, a little bit of herself back after sharing so much. Their song is nearly over and then she can return to her long sleeves. Just a few more lines. She takes a deep breath, grateful to finally be able to breathe again. "So here I go!" She throws her arms back with the climax of the song. Frick. The tautness of the skin on her upper arm, the widening of James' eyes, Idina knows her secret is out. Her throat tightens and she forces herself to remember how to sing properly. Shoot. Oh shoot. Idina almost laughs, just another thing she's screwed up for herself. Oh well. She'll get through it like she always does. What's a few more hedged answers? She's already well practiced in the task. Guilt flits into her mind before she reminds herself that this is for the best. She numbs herself to the emotion, pushing it away to the dark depths of her mind. Another fake smile at the curtain call, just as all her smiles seem to be anymore. She hears James calling after her as she returns to her dressing room. No. She refuses to need anyone anymore. Without. That's the word of the day. Pfft. Word of her life. Without.