Gwenaëlle is on her way and she sounds displeased.
Her gaze remains impassive, no flicker in it as she hears the familiar voice. She knows she missed Gwenaëlle, knows that she had great affection for her. That awareness brings no sensation with it, nor the mourning of its absence.
Ol’ Marge is still arguing with her grandson, who is clutching Franklin for dear life.
“I was ordered to Riftwatch,” she replies, looking at his hand a moment. Oh. Payment, she thinks. For the medics supplies.
“I have no coin purse.”
Not an apology, only letting him know. Gwenaëlle probably won’t expect her to pay coin, but that might only apply to the person she was before, the one who was Gwenaëlle’s friend. Perhaps it makes sense he held his hand out for coin, then.
— of course, Marge tunes in only at the wrong time. Outraged that he’d charge Herian for his assistance, Marge wallops Cedric over the head and unleashes a torrent of furious and blisteringly offensive insults.
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Her gaze remains impassive, no flicker in it as she hears the familiar
voice. She knows she missed Gwenaëlle, knows that she had great affection for her.
That awareness brings no sensation with it, nor the mourning of its absence.
Ol’ Marge is still arguing with her grandson, who is clutching Franklin for dear life.
“I was ordered to Riftwatch,” she replies, looking at his hand a moment. Oh. Payment, she thinks. For the medics supplies.
“I have no coin purse.”
Not an apology, only letting him know. Gwenaëlle probably won’t expect her to pay coin, but that might only apply to the person she was before, the one who was Gwenaëlle’s friend. Perhaps it makes sense he held his hand out for coin, then.
— of course, Marge tunes in only at the wrong time. Outraged that he’d charge Herian for his assistance, Marge wallops Cedric over the head and unleashes a torrent of furious and blisteringly offensive insults.