[ he takes the glass (it's not his favorite water, unfortunately, but she's doing the best with what they have) and clorinde's hands move to settle behind her back, her posture loose but alert even while under his full attention. anyone would be intimidated bearing the weight of neuvillette's scrutiny, but clorinde takes the time to look at him in turn, both to ensure that he's as fine as he could be under the circumstances and to allow herself a brief moment to feel a certain degree of homesickness. at least, until she stifles it again.
nothing changes with his arrival; her goal remains the same: to find a way back to where she belongs. but until then, it's easy to recalibrate her focus, to feel the familiar weight of purpose again now that he's here. ]
I can say the same for you. [ despite the time that's passed, clorinde looks relatively the same, now in a tailored suit with matching heels. her hair is gathered into a neat braid draped over her shoulder, tied off with a navy ribbon. ] How was your arrival?
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nothing changes with his arrival; her goal remains the same: to find a way back to where she belongs. but until then, it's easy to recalibrate her focus, to feel the familiar weight of purpose again now that he's here. ]
I can say the same for you. [ despite the time that's passed, clorinde looks relatively the same, now in a tailored suit with matching heels. her hair is gathered into a neat braid draped over her shoulder, tied off with a navy ribbon. ] How was your arrival?