[ Already the visit isn't going the way she expected — he hasn't insulted her once. The invitation is therefore one she doesn't turn down. A nod to indicate she'd heard, then a careful trot to the proffered seat. Her hands settle on her knees, and she watches, and she listens.
He's the kind of man who might get finicky (pissy) about small things and details, she thinks, but the mood here seems different. A bigger deal than burnt curtains, that's for sure. Still, in a place like this—]
Something terrible? [ Of course that's the point she focuses on; as for the box, it has some heft of weight to it, but not terribly much. There more than one piece inside, whatever it is, but they seem evenly distributed. She presses on. ] Like... physically?
[ She hadn't seen any injuries, and he doesn't smell like blood, but... ]
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He's the kind of man who might get finicky (pissy) about small things and details, she thinks, but the mood here seems different. A bigger deal than burnt curtains, that's for sure. Still, in a place like this—]
Something terrible? [ Of course that's the point she focuses on; as for the box, it has some heft of weight to it, but not terribly much. There more than one piece inside, whatever it is, but they seem evenly distributed. She presses on. ] Like... physically?
[ She hadn't seen any injuries, and he doesn't smell like blood, but... ]
Or do you mean... a betrayal?