[Mostly. She tips her head to the side, considering it. There is a tense quiver along her shoulder blades, like she can feel her hackles ready to rise, all she has to do is give in.
Instead she shrugs, and the tension fades off.]
Perhaps. The Emperor left several pots of them outside my door. I didn't want to let them wilt. [Sentimental in two ways.]
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Instead she shrugs, and the tension fades off.]
Perhaps. The Emperor left several pots of them outside my door. I didn't want to let them wilt. [Sentimental in two ways.]