nibbling: (Default)
the lockpicking lawyer ([personal profile] nibbling) wrote in [personal profile] essea 2025-01-25 03:55 am (UTC)

[ The blonde woman shrinks back a little at Iorveth's initial, intense expression, clearly frightened. It's only once he moderates his temper that she takes a step forward, closing the door behind her, although she keeps a hand on the knob just in case she needs to make a quick escape. After all, this one-eyed elf, still dripping wet, is a bit... intimidating.

"I really shouldn't say," she says. "Madam says I keep sticking my nose where it doesn't belong."

She says a lot of things, actually. Isabel must be her least favorite courtesan. If you don't shape up, you'll be looking for new employment, she so often says. If it gets back to her that Isabel talked, she'll be out on the street. But it had been awfully suspicious what Stella and Ada were doing, and even more suspicious what they were saying. She visibly struggles for a moment, before she finally squeaks, "But I did see him. He didn't look, um, conscious. But maybe he was just tired!"

She sounds as much like she's trying to convince herself as she is him. "But if he were really tired, they could have just let him sleep in Stella's room..."

(Meanwhile, Astarion stares at a damp patch on the ceiling, dissociating as the footman laughs.)
]

Post a comment in response:

If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting