Yes, thank you.
[She curtsies lightly. Looking like she's cried recently, but very much in private. She takes Owner's arm as they enter the bar, taking a quiet seat to themselves where few might over hear.]
Sorry, by the way. For how I behaved yesterday.
[She curtsies lightly. Looking like she's cried recently, but very much in private. She takes Owner's arm as they enter the bar, taking a quiet seat to themselves where few might over hear.]
Sorry, by the way. For how I behaved yesterday.
[There's a rush of emotions at once. Anger lingers of course, and so does grief. Confusion, fear, anxiety, all expected, and then two stinging outliers that upend the rest: shame and heartbreak.
Outwardly she sets her jaw, holds her hands prim and proper in her lap.]
I think he didn't get a choice in what he did.
Outwardly she sets her jaw, holds her hands prim and proper in her lap.]
I think he didn't get a choice in what he did.

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