This sounds like a dismissal, and so Wysteria gathers the little dog out from the space he's squelched into. With a squirm, the animal first clambers into her lap and then launches off of it. Wysteria follows up from the chair shortly thereafter with a swirling of skirts.
But there she pauses. It's only for a moment—
"You will consider it, won't you? Doing away with the arm."
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This sounds like a dismissal, and so Wysteria gathers the little dog out from the space he's squelched into. With a squirm, the animal first clambers into her lap and then launches off of it. Wysteria follows up from the chair shortly thereafter with a swirling of skirts.
But there she pauses. It's only for a moment—
"You will consider it, won't you? Doing away with the arm."