[For a moment, she doesn't quite understand his meaning - just the reassuring warmth of his hand and how earnest the shape of it all seems. And then, once the use of it penetrates, she is blinking rapidly to fight down the prickling sensation behind her eyes.]
Yes of course. [Said absently. Her hand shifts, fingers setting so she can squeeze his in return. It is like a thank you or a promise.] I'm always so grateful. To discuss books.
[Then her hand is gone from his. She smooths down her skirt and tucks some stray tangle of pale hair away.] Good day, Mr. Ellis. [And in a flurry of skirts slipping through the doorway, she is gone entirely save for the bright quality of her voice from the room beyond: 'Oh Seneschal, you are still here—']
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Yes of course. [Said absently. Her hand shifts, fingers setting so she can squeeze his in return. It is like a thank you or a promise.] I'm always so grateful. To discuss books.
[Then her hand is gone from his. She smooths down her skirt and tucks some stray tangle of pale hair away.] Good day, Mr. Ellis. [And in a flurry of skirts slipping through the doorway, she is gone entirely save for the bright quality of her voice from the room beyond: 'Oh Seneschal, you are still here—']