Judging by the way nothing about Gwenaëlle’s demeanor shifts, neither this statement nor Herian's garb explains anything, and she says, “No, we'll get them now. As you're not a fucking child, Amsel, I assume they didn’t order you to cause an irresponsibly unnecessary ruckus in an alienage for I cannot think of a single good reason, so you're going to have to elaborate.”
She doesn't immediately acknowledge anyone else. Prior experience tells her she must be specific, so she is, her irritation increasingly flattening under a mirror of Herian's own affect—
it is not useful to be angry with her. It doesn't mean anything that will satisfy Gwenaëlle, any more.
“Explain the circumstances of your Tranquility and,” pointedly, “why you chose to disobey that order.”
This isn't Riftwatch. This is a fucking mess. If Herian has a good reason, then fine. She can stay in the alienage as it suits her. If she's been held here against her will, then they can deal with that, too.
Guilfoyle folds his hands behind him, looking for all the world as if he could stand patiently at his lady's elbow for so long as she requires him to do so, unmoved and unmoving.
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She doesn't immediately acknowledge anyone else. Prior experience tells her she must be specific, so she is, her irritation increasingly flattening under a mirror of Herian's own affect—
it is not useful to be angry with her. It doesn't mean anything that will satisfy Gwenaëlle, any more.
“Explain the circumstances of your Tranquility and,” pointedly, “why you chose to disobey that order.”
This isn't Riftwatch. This is a fucking mess. If Herian has a good reason, then fine. She can stay in the alienage as it suits her. If she's been held here against her will, then they can deal with that, too.
Guilfoyle folds his hands behind him, looking for all the world as if he could stand patiently at his lady's elbow for so long as she requires him to do so, unmoved and unmoving.