Not anymore, [warrants arched eyebrows if not a full waggle.
With a soft sigh of the mattress under that rich duvet, Fitcher draws herself up to something nearer sitting than lounging. The slim folio and the letters are tucked into some interior pocket with only the most incidental crunching of parchment. If the proximity of the little scrabbling creatures pricks at her sensibilities, no sign of it shows.
(Is that good or bad?)]
Was this your business where you came from too, or is it an acquired habit? Between the parts where you're meant to be saving the world, I mean.
[Should she be taking stock of her rings after he leaves the room?, In the joke communicated with a look as Fitcher flicks her skirts out of the way of sliding free from the bed.]
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With a soft sigh of the mattress under that rich duvet, Fitcher draws herself up to something nearer sitting than lounging. The slim folio and the letters are tucked into some interior pocket with only the most incidental crunching of parchment. If the proximity of the little scrabbling creatures pricks at her sensibilities, no sign of it shows.
(Is that good or bad?)]
Was this your business where you came from too, or is it an acquired habit? Between the parts where you're meant to be saving the world, I mean.
[Should she be taking stock of her rings after he leaves the room?, In the joke communicated with a look as Fitcher flicks her skirts out of the way of sliding free from the bed.]