[That hand, always on that hip. It's just too bad he didn't bring his journal with him on his trip.]
Sounds like you've had a... tough life.
[Well at least he has lights approaching not too far ahead. He looks at her from his peripheral, calm. Actually, that dress is starting to look more and more of a warning beacon, now that they're drawing nearer.
... That's not mud.
That is definitely nothing of the sort. He's still at a distance, but he looks at her now, frowning and stern. Hand closer to his back now, out of view; nothing to worry about.]
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Sounds like you've had a... tough life.
[Well at least he has lights approaching not too far ahead. He looks at her from his peripheral, calm. Actually, that dress is starting to look more and more of a warning beacon, now that they're drawing nearer.
... That's not mud.
That is definitely nothing of the sort. He's still at a distance, but he looks at her now, frowning and stern. Hand closer to his back now, out of view; nothing to worry about.]
Who'd you hurt, Drusilla?