"Hm," Tilda says in response, letting the conversation hit a lull as the waiter tops off their glasses. She plays with the bracelet on her wrist — silver and lacking in obvious adornment — and doesn't reach for her glass right away when they are left alone again. She turns the response over in her head and considers her approach to it, as always, as the sting of Elisabet's memory is buried under the surface.
Finally, she deigns to speak, turning her attention to Miorine in full again. Her hands come to fold under her chin. "Fair enough. I suppose it's too soon to tell."
The concession is given easily and gracefully, Miorine's faux pas seemingly forgiven.
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:20 pm (UTC)Finally, she deigns to speak, turning her attention to Miorine in full again. Her hands come to fold under her chin. "Fair enough. I suppose it's too soon to tell."
The concession is given easily and gracefully, Miorine's faux pas seemingly forgiven.
"What would you have chosen? I'm curious."