Gwenaëlle’s gaze cuts to Felix, too, and he straightens, a brief nod to acknowledge her wordless reinforcement of request—
“There is one of her portraits remaining here,” he says, “and one of her mother. I believe I may also be able to put hands upon the sketches provided to the publisher of the Inquisition papers. If you will excuse me.”
They will; he excuses himself before someone can agree or disagree that it's worth getting down Guenievre’s portrait, too, and in the absence that he leaves she says, “I haven't shown him the other thing yet.” A testament to whatever string ties him here so strongly that she hadn’t needed to, sending him haring off bring Isaac back here on the strength of her huge, imploring eyes.
“I don’t think there's anything you could do, I just want to be sure that it’s stopped— in Sarrux— some old fucking elvhenan bullshit was twisting people into...changing them. I need to take my robe off, it's not to show you my tits.”
Which are on their way with that portrait, anyway.
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“There is one of her portraits remaining here,” he says, “and one of her mother. I believe I may also be able to put hands upon the sketches provided to the publisher of the Inquisition papers. If you will excuse me.”
They will; he excuses himself before someone can agree or disagree that it's worth getting down Guenievre’s portrait, too, and in the absence that he leaves she says, “I haven't shown him the other thing yet.” A testament to whatever string ties him here so strongly that she hadn’t needed to, sending him haring off bring Isaac back here on the strength of her huge, imploring eyes.
“I don’t think there's anything you could do, I just want to be sure that it’s stopped— in Sarrux— some old fucking elvhenan bullshit was twisting people into...changing them. I need to take my robe off, it's not to show you my tits.”
Which are on their way with that portrait, anyway.