She could draw her hand free from him at any point. Instead, he is welcome to it—the scuff of his calloused thumb drawing its outlines over her knuckles and the hardly noticeable small circular burn scars between her thumb and forefinger, palm and fingers pliable.
It strikes her that he is nervous, or frightened, or maybe both, or maybe just something adjacent to them which she would have difficulty recognizing. Maybe it's something he found at Weisshaupt which he now refuses to speak on. Or maybe it's the reason he went to begin with.
"Will you tell me why you weren't?" isn't the following question she had originally planned—Has their ever been a Lady Warden with some dreadful injury, and did she dance, and was it strange to see or did everyone simply forget and see only her and not her pinned sleeve—but it seems the more important one.
"Is it because of—That young lady you knew. Or was there some other reason?"
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It strikes her that he is nervous, or frightened, or maybe both, or maybe just something adjacent to them which she would have difficulty recognizing. Maybe it's something he found at Weisshaupt which he now refuses to speak on. Or maybe it's the reason he went to begin with.
"Will you tell me why you weren't?" isn't the following question she had originally planned—Has their ever been a Lady Warden with some dreadful injury, and did she dance, and was it strange to see or did everyone simply forget and see only her and not her pinned sleeve—but it seems the more important one.
"Is it because of—That young lady you knew. Or was there some other reason?"