[ it would be impossible for clorinde to miss neuvillette no matter how much time has passed since she'd last seen him. she's certain it would have been no time at all from his perspective, but for her, it's been at least six months. it's strange—the surge of recognition she felt is immediately tempered by a sinking feeling of... not quite dread, but something adjacent to it, knowing that he too is now trapped in the same way she is. clorinde would have rather he be spared from the debauchery of the resort, but there's little she can do about it now.
but there are some things that remain the same, in spite of it. whatever emotions she had felt are carefully tucked away by the time she approaches him with a glass in hand, taking her spot at his right as she's done before. ]
party.
but there are some things that remain the same, in spite of it. whatever emotions she had felt are carefully tucked away by the time she approaches him with a glass in hand, taking her spot at his right as she's done before. ]
Your water, Monsieur.