The brow message of the brow is note. Recieved. Filed away like a record in a drawer in a great cabinet full to bursting with every manner of paper. Then, because he is hesitating, she waits a moment too before saying,
"Then as an affirmation of our friendship you will simply have to act more thoughtfully in the future when it may actually make some difference to me. And should such a time come where we are in similar straights and you conduct yourself in the same fashion as you did in that dream—Well."
Wysteria doesn't shrug, but there is something of the sense of it in the tip of her head and how she rolls her attention to the page on her knee. The pen is there in her hand; she begins making notes.
"That is your a matter for your conscience, not mine. And in the interim, I am willing to risk it."
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"Then as an affirmation of our friendship you will simply have to act more thoughtfully in the future when it may actually make some difference to me. And should such a time come where we are in similar straights and you conduct yourself in the same fashion as you did in that dream—Well."
Wysteria doesn't shrug, but there is something of the sense of it in the tip of her head and how she rolls her attention to the page on her knee. The pen is there in her hand; she begins making notes.
"That is your a matter for your conscience, not mine. And in the interim, I am willing to risk it."