head to head together

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster She shoots the drink back and places the empty glass on the table, leaving her elbows on the chair’s arm rests and her hands folded across her lap. There is no opportunity for her to speak first, just dark eyes and news. My, he’s becoming as brusque as she often is. A nod to the fae meetings - she won’t get her fingers near that diplomacy act unless he asks and she knows he won’t ask. She wants to take an opportunity to emphasize that the Fae should take all the necessary precautions for LongNight, but before she can, he’s moving on to - Ah, yes. It was going to come out eventually. Steeling herself and her face, Wessex’s mouth creases into a slight frown, but she refuses to look away or give any indication of guilt. This can be dealt with. What worries her more is the way he’s come about the information, how he seems to be privy to information she doesn’t have, over and over again. And that’s not a way to run a land. “I met with my Lady last night, trying to find a solution for the LongNight monsters. Perhaps their willingness to negotiate with me before might be a sign that I could do something. While there, I asked about the blight and she told me. But none of us knew.” The truth. Or most of it. A barely-there sigh and she looks down at her hands before back at the tired man in front of her. “I’m sorry, Ronin.” And she is, to some degree.